Before the morning had taken over
My dreams dwindled down til just one remained
My wrist moved and pulled tighter the cover
While the night fled as its darkness was drained
Back to the fold of the dream ever there
Who only deigned appear as the last one
It must have come from deep but if so where?
Something left in me, something never done
I walk into a room where they don't wait
For me because they know I am coming
Though never once at my initiate
Then they all face me as if I'm becoming....
Each one is there I should be at peace
But something haunts me, why won't it just cease?
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