THE FIRST DREAM
I still see ghosts,
Coming after me,
I see the walls collapse,
The doctor’s skin melts,
I scream,
Then cut to intermission.
All darkness,
In the middle of it all,
I am floating,
The void of darkness,
Calm,
Cold,
Alone,
Nemo,
I see,
I hear,
Pure nothing.
I see A ghost,
A pretty young girl.
Why a girl?
The symbol of innocents?
Maybe in some fairytale.
She says that my time is almost up.
There is something else I must do.
She never told me what.
Then I see the light.
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