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Like a king on a throne of dust
I sit and wait for the storm
A lawn chair and beach towel under my feet
Black glasses covering my eyes from the burn
All black clothes with red boots I turn
A smirk on my face looking up to the sky
Crows hovering above me
Circling like a twister of murder
Is this a dream? Can I escape?
Did I finally die in my sleep?
A small radio plays an old familiar song
Scratching and hissing its' static noise
"I don't care if Monday's blue....."
Suddenly the sound stops and all is still
Black clouds Roll in like waves on the sand
Darkness all around and a light hanging
The air is cold and my lungs struggle
What is this place? Why does it seem so real?
I know I'm dreaming! I have to be dreaming!
I feel myself sinking into the sand
Unable to move and unable to fight
Sinking into the earth deeper and deeper
*Gasps*
It was only a dream...
*Disclaimer : Just messing around. Brainstormimg / Can't sleep and thought I'd attempt my 2nd blog post here on SpaceHey*
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