Texas

Sweet Dream © By T. Chris McLain Wake up and rub my eyes My fading dream is no surprise Wishing right away it would return These days I need to dream I've grown accustomed, it would seem To fantasizing things for which I yearn It takes me from this place This evil monster with no face My imagination sets me free But where to draw the line? A poisoned fruit still on the vine Surely my salvation starts with me The voices in my head Are ravenous, and must be fed Otherwise they'll make me go insane So I go back to sleep Before the voices start to weep Wakefulness has now become my bane...

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