Monday, February 23, 2015

Darlin' you ought to believe me,
however crazy I may sound to be,
But what I saw in my horrid dream,
Shook all of me and the world around,
Merely a dream and I let it go,
Until the reality shook before me,
And flashed the cards for me to see,
My dreams come alive in the day,
What do I make of this, I say.
What about the dead that come to me?
What about the house I keep seeing?
And the woman that follows me?
They haunt me from time to time,
And will they ever come alive?

~22:17~

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