Of Wicked Dreamt
With viciousness and terrors of night
My imagination, it stretches beyond
The world of reality, eludes me, into the mist of darkness
I lay afraid, what has become of my mind
If this is prelude, to what is to wake
My heart must stop the pumping of life, for grief I be spared
Friends or foes are deep in my dreams
Extracting the sparks, which light the hatred so locked
I lay in fear, beyond my soul
I’m captivated by the rush, of spirits in the night
A narcotic seduces me into, a world of frenzy
With knife in hand, I split my mind into two pieces, sublime
Of ghostly presence, to hardened of soul
Digging at my consciousness, are rods of iron
Revealing the truth, of nightmares friend
Lay with me the sins of hell and kill the demon himself
I rule my world, within my head successfully, I do carefully tread
Baron is the world, which I have awakened
Where freaks of life, tend their seed.
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