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Darkness.  Slithering.  Creeping.

Comes the mistress of the night.

To steal me away.

Steal me away from the 'modern reality.'

Sweet dreams of toxic falsehoods.

An unfolding road of broken ideas.

Ramblings of a drunkard.

Sweet dreams made from the bitter, sweat smelling bottles.

The shattered glass twinkling like fallen stars.

The mean master breaking the mistress' hold onto the fragile flesh.

The grueling master says go make money,

but you get half a cent for every five dollars earned.

Sweet dreams of sunken roads.

Thoughts drown before breathing life.

The pills rattle the bones.

Making the spirit chilled from the heart gone missing.

The sweet dreams made crude from a dunkard's callused hands.

All the blacken wishes twinkling on the fallen stars.

I stole away from both the master and mistress.

To stagger sober between the two worlds.

In limbo...

Thristing for the sweetest dreams

Made by a whole mind

Made by a whole heart

Made by a whole heart

Thirsty for sweetest dreams

Made by an artist's skillful eye

Made by a poet's caring hand