To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Sun, 12/29/2013 - 01:56 -- maiasia

Picture me the way I was born

Blind and half mad

No sense and screaming

Then picture me from today:

Blind and all mad

True sense and silence

The night I dream of you will be the day

I die.


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