What dreams may come, what nightmares dwell.
When lightness and love are drug to hell.
What's seen is felt, what darts are dealt, what darkness grows, what rainbows melt.
When the day grows dim,
when reality's claw starts to sink in,
when the walls close in and fill everything in,
when even the most inconsequential smallest pieces of treasure have been burned to ashes
and when hope has been erased,
that's where my tears were buried and my soul died.
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