| You could have one taste Of what some call dreams. Nightmares and night terrors, With all the violent screams. Unlocked chains and red washed walls.. Not a pretty image for the porcelain dolls. A place saved for the sin of an angel. Yesterday died and lays in a tangle. There's one dream that still feels real, I close my eyes and sign this deal. The truth of a reflection mirrored in me, The only image you can't see. Intertwined, two halves of a whole You walk away and take my soul. |