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Dreams of death are surely a sign

Thoughts of blood and dying intertwine

The colours, they all, fade to grey

I know that I will die now anyday



I see the killer in my sleep

He is holding the dagger, ready to take me away....

I awaken and am not able to go back to sleep, not even when I count sheep

So I lie in bed, eyes wide open, and waste away the hours in a daze



My imagination starts to run wild

I hide my head under the covers

The darkness closes in, I fear like a child

I close my eyes, afraid to see whatever the dark may make me discover



I pray that the hours fly by faster

That the light will come and get rid of this disaster

I pray that the answer of my hidden fat will soon appear

and if it comes to it, I will run away, I will disappear



If no one wants me around, I will make their dreams come true

I will leave them to their futures, I will be through

I will say goodbye as the day goes on

When you wake tomorrow, I will be too far gone