Forsaken one

Its about Oakliana Jouralour from the story I'm trying to write called "Dream"

The future
Or the past
I wouldn’t know
For I am the last
This dry waste land is all I know
This is not yet a dream
But yet it feels like one
Even if I scream
I cannot be awaken
For I am the chosen one
I am forsaken
Here in dream
We cannot dream
We are lifeless beings hidden amongst the darkened seam
With no exit all we can do is run
From that horrendous burning sun
Fear is all we know
For they don’t have very far to go
Before we are all gone
Killed off one by one
This could possibly be my last forsaken song.
The future or the past,

The End

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