Cold Dreams

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Cold Dreams on a sultry night,
Invisible blood brings new fright.
Silent screams deafen me,
Locked in pain, never free.

Mind melting, psychedelic nothingness,
Perfectly clean and all a mess.
Horrible focus, all a blur,
Lying eyes, you fully concur.

Gently speak with missing mouth,
Travel north, arrive in the south.
Breathing great while I’m drowned,
All is lost when I am found.

Falling awake while I sleep,
Shallow hole, but very deep.
Giving up, as I try,
Final freedom, as I die.