Cold Winds - A Dream Vision

Whole night I feel my pain and drifting with my own
Reflections, all burnt out
Tales from the dark I open, by tempting hollow
The Art of slumber dies
But once a leaden swish sound, disturbing night slide
The way you're looking at me

I did not ask for this
Rage is eating me up
Driven by cold winds
Still no move, no stop

Those frantic clouds are shading far beyond
Deception overloaded, curtains up

When the pain is real and motionless and heavy
And the scream is back to paint me black to perform his own sorrow

Leave me now until I wake up from
The mordant pain of the sweetest dream of all

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