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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.