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I fell asleep and I dreamt of you.

My dreams were vivid and then some blue.

I flew high,

higher than a plane,

higher than the birds of the sky.

There were clouds of summery sweetness

and I felt the rain on my cheeks like a wet kiss.

Below me was an endless stream.

I swear, it was only a dream.

There were rivers of the tears I had cried,

and a lake of blood for when I thought I had died.

There was a darkness I could not fathom

and I thought I had lost my voice

but the darkness was the blanket you used when you gave me no choice.

I saw birds without beaks

feeling a deep fear whenever I heard their shreaks.

I flew over forests and I flew up in the sky.

I flew along the line that seperated all good and evil

and when I raised my eyes, I saw that there was no sun

and suddenly I realised that this was no dream,

this was me with you,holding a gun.

I looked into you and saw the look of fear in your eyes,

fear of a broken paredise.

Fear of the power that could break you into,

the moment you'd pull that trigger and shoot into the blue.

Fear of the sensless hell you diverged yourself in.

Fear that maybe, life would win.

It made no sense among this confusion,

how you made me believe in an illusion.

I wasn't flying anywhere,

and no one seemed to care,

for a women with broken dreams

and a women with blood filled streams.

Birds carried my waking shreak,

flying alongside me, without a beak.

No one cared,

except for me,

and it was not too late.

I could make it past this fate,

maybe this was not my dream, as much as it was yours.

Maybe I fell for the world you created for me to live in,

but I would fly again and I promised you that.



The rivers of fear that I had cried, turned blood red,

you pulled the trigger and shot me dead.



But I was still flying,

flying high in the blue sky.

For a second I saw your face there,

but no one should care.

Except me,

Because you're a broken reflection and I know why.

I flew passed the line of good and evil

and I saw fear in your eyes

because this time no one is going to hear your cries,

in insanity of your own hell...