Sep 13, 2004 11:08
I had a dream of
phantoms in the night
dark,black and twisted
slithering through the most
secret places in my mind
riping and tearing each sweet
memory until there is nothing
but blood stains on the wall
Oh god "NO" they have
found the room where
i keep my most precious
memories, the ones of you
when you used to love and
laugh
But now the disease
of hate has turned
your heart like the
phantoms in my dreams
with their twisted
rotting bodys..........
can you ever love again?
love always
desire