My Dream Turned Nightmare
Night after night I see the same scenes and the same faces.These things they call dreams are more like nightmares.
It feels so real, I'm not sure if I'm dreaming.
It's more like astral projecting.
I'm flying place to place.
Except I still feel the pain of every death I go through.
I'm like a cat with more than nine lives.
There's no real way to explain death during life.
You feel the pain of death, but the pleasure of knowing your still alive.
The pain of being killed,
But the happiness of knowing you're in someones heart.
These are my dreams.
Dreams turned to Nightmares.
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