The dream.
The dream came back.The one where I died.
The one where I left.
The one where everything ends.
I wish to god, that dream was real.
I wish to god, I could just die.
The dream came back.
But this time I dont die.
This time my life is perfect.
This time everything changed.
I try to hope, that this dream will come true.
I try to hope, for a better future and a better life.
The dream came back.
But this time it was all black.
This time it was all quiet.
This time there was nothing.
Just like my life.
Black, quiet, and just....nothing.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 21:59
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