My Subconscious is trying to tell me something
In my state of dream
Send me a message, a warning perhaps
But what does it all mean?
Images of blood and gore
A fate I can't escape?
But this horror spell is something more
For reality to create
A vision, an epiphany
Acknowledging my deepest fears
Or the things I most adore?
Making me reasess my morals
Everything I'm living for
Twisted and sick, those close to me
I watch them fall apart so digustingly
Refusing to obey me
My mind has a mind of its own
Seems I can't control myself
Seems I cannot win
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