"All My Life I Had Been Looking For Something, And Everywhere I Turned Someone Tried To Tell Me What It Was. I Accepted Their Answers Too, Though They Were Often In Contradiction And Even Self-Contradictory. I Was Naive. I Was Looking For Myself And Asking Everyone Exept Myself Questions Which I, And Only, Could Answer. It Took Me A Long Time And Much Painful Boomeranging Of My Expectations To Achieve A Realization Everyone Else Appears To Have Been Born With: That I Am Nobody But Myself."
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Dream Sweet Dreams
Good night, Sweet dreams,
Was the only thing you said,
As the covers tightened around me,
Their silky hold was suffacating,
They never lossened their grip,
As I laid half asleep,
Good night, Sweet dreams,
I heard you sing,
As my heavy, eyes slowly closed,
The darkness was creating unwanted images,
The pictures crushed my soul,
Good night, sweet dreams,
Is what you purred to me,
As my darkness slowly lifted,
The dawn made me feel alive,
It's light healed my wounds,
Good night, Sweet dreams,
Was what I whispered to you,
As the blade went deeper and deeper,
Crimson Red,
Flowing like a river,
Your life for my own.
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