live in a dream world
and when no friends are found
in those lonely nights camped in the woods
turn to the loyalty of the page;
the stories already within you
(or at least the nonsense that is about to be)
when pain aches inside the body
distill it with the power of the mind;
the shamanistic healings of determination
allow the healer within to heal
when fury consumes the soul
finding only hatred where family should be
open all valves – scream cry curse and fuck;
squeeze the rag dry
into each song
above all, though
regardless of the endless truths everyone seems to have
sometimes
the only way to survive
is to live
in a dream world
af
(written with pen on paper)
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