I used to dream of better times,
a soft wave breaking shore.
Dreams of escaping the white lines,
but these dreams are nevermore.
The days of black have come to pass,
times when dreams were darkness.
Those days I knew could never last,
when under nightmares seductress.
She turns her wicked web about me,
trailing daggers through my mind.
When will I escape this sea,
what land could I find.
To crawl myself upon,
and escape the sea
of my broken dreams.
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