Jason R Tschetter


<For when I sleep she comes and talks to me
Her sweet words echo in my mind for days on end
I wish and pray speaking to the devil of things to be
My eyes glow softly in the darkness sweetly dreaming of nightmares
A world where the one I love is at arms reach but far from me
I speak her name in my dreams, in my mind and ask the devil for his fairs

Every night I put that pistol to my head, wishing it was over
Every day I look at her pictures and see she is thinking the same

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