segunda-feira, janeiro 16, 2012

there are torches that burn in my dreams
made of fire and darkness and sorrow
in darkness forever dancing around
as if they were chasing me to the ground

in my dreams there are eyes
burning red in the night
in darkness forever dancing around
just outside of the dim camp-fire light

in my dreams there is no fear
Nor do I run or hide from them
in darkness forever dancing around
in my dreams I stand and wait

for in there I know
that the torches and the eyes and the fear
in darkness forever dancing around
are running from me

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