Blood Dreams

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Blood dreams return to me

In the cold dark shroud of sleep

I am prey to their savage hunt each night

The chase always ends

With tepid thick fluid covering me

drowning me hold me


covering me, drowning me holding me

keeping me

Covered in blood dreams

Still these blood dreams are a comforting blanket

And the guilt will eventually fade

Or else I'll cease to feel it

In my obsessed and infected mind

But you - you will always be dead

And all because of me

Yes you - you will always be dead

You, the spawn of these blood dreams

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