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More Fictional Dreams

When the last shades are drawn, the last secrets whispered in darkness, I will remain there amongst the shadows. I will lie down amidst the stones and my mournful songs will fill even the night sky - and all the regal stars will fall in burning splendor before me.

In brief moments of absence, years of muddled dreaming pass, and when I awake the world is not as I remember.

But they have invaded, they have shattered the doors of my consciousness and my dreams are now refuse exposed to the masses. I have sobbed, cursed, and shed blood, but my dreams have not returned to me. They have left me desolate and broken in their wake.