My dreams are dark, bad. They don’t give me a chance to rest. They’re filled with unexplainable madness, colored in strange shades I can no longer recognize. They don’t belong to me anymore; they belong to someone else, someone I can’t comprehend or name. Someone else is dreaming inside my mind, dreams I’m unable to understand but only to fear. Sometimes, I see her in my dreams, and we make love as we used to, and that love gives me pleasure right before the endless fall into the darkness of my slipping mind. Betrayal. In my dreams, I feel a slow, gnawing pain that doesn’t give my mind a minute of rest.
Broken Pieces.
Broken Pieces.
Broken Pieces.
My dreams are dark, bad. They don’t give me a chance to rest. They’re filled with unexplainable madness, colored in strange shades I can no longer recognize. They don’t belong to me anymore; they belong to someone else, someone I can’t comprehend or name. Someone else is dreaming inside my mind, dreams I’m unable to understand but only to fear. Sometimes, I see her in my dreams, and we make love as we used to, and that love gives me pleasure right before the endless fall into the darkness of my slipping mind. Betrayal. In my dreams, I feel a slow, gnawing pain that doesn’t give my mind a minute of rest.