Lost in the dark

He hid between the purple fabrics as a child

the darkness over his head could protect him from the world then,

but it can't now.

Nightmares don't take, they leave

Time takes

And so the world ticks by, and the sky does dark, and the imagination is let unreined


The mind is prey, and innocence is no longer 

and we can only remember what was

the present is stuck on past

future is lost over the horizen

and we all wonder together in the hills

amoung the nightmares

in the dark

The End

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