She slept and dreamt of wonders;
Of worlds never seen.
Lives brought together-
Then torn at the seams.
She laughed herself awake.
When the world began to dissolve.
She laughed the laugh of evil.
It has become her resolve.
Darkly dreaming deeply.
Take a breath-
It might be your last!
Morbid graves swallow;
All who ever passed.
Just a dark dream.
A darkened sky to dream.
When did she become so fraught.
The world ate away at her feet.
Who could ever see beyond;
The vast wonders of her fleet.
They are coming in so fast.
To take the souls and reap.
Eat them up and spit them out.
She swallows in her sleep.
Darkly dreaming deeply.
Take a breath-
It might be your last!
Morbid ghosts will linger;
To haunt you with the past.
Just a dark dark dream,
But not quite as it does seem.
She became alive in her nightmare.
A dream to her to be sure.
With vines wriggling around throats-
Attacks so swiftly occur.
To know what goes on inside;
It's a death wish at best.
She hated the world and the world hates her.
To that she does attest.
Darkly dreaming deeply.
Take a breath-
It might be your last!
Morbid men will mark;
The ones who cannot pass.
Just like her dark dark dream,
Yet dreaming of her dreaming.
She wakes up in a scream.
Just darkly dreaming darkly.
Take a breath.
Take a breath.
















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