Jade Blaydes - My Dreams

My past haunts me through my dreams.
There're filled with fire and tortured screams,
Deformed memories of the the things I can't undo,
And horrible thoughts of what I used to do.
Things I cannot run from, because their everywhere.
The temptations of the devil, rejection, and his glare.
Secrets I can't tell, cause even I don't know.
A black box, for some reason, I cannot let go.
I've never seen what's inside,
But if I did, I might have cried.
My brother on drugs stabs himself,
Without warning.
Waking up, not sure how I feel
in the morning.
Wanting so bad to call him,
To see if he's alright,
All because of the worries
I have late at night.
When my mind doesn't know
It makes up crazy things.
So, I sit and I pray for good dreams,
While the angel in my head sings.

Jade Blaydes

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