So what are dreams if only lies
Crimson skies and stark white lies
What are emotions entwined with fear
That hallow catacomb that we draw near?
Our hands are clasped down through the dark
Stones; hollow our footsteps drop
And your pallid light will guide the way
As I shuffle in shadow’s day
Near the end a pinhole of light
Shattered myriad of our crystal dream
Artificial fluorescents buzz on to life
And lustful fairytales swivel and fade
For dreams are not made
To haunt during day
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