The Street of Misguided Dreams
December 4, 2002
The street of misguided dreams
It's light beckons
It's darkness shrouds
Faces hidden
Behind yellowed panes of tainted glass
Glass so thickly colored
It hides what lies within
The faces of dreams stored away
They look upon me
As I walk down this dank street
But I can not look upon them
Their screams of warning
Lay silent behind locked doors
My dreams they are running
Running from the darkness
They are running from the dark depths of my mind
They are running down the street of misguided dreams
To a place where dreams go to die
To a place where dreams go to hide
A place with yellowed windows
Along a dark street
To a place of lost realities
Shrouded in the darkness of mystery















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But in the meantime, Big Bad
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Reach out and touch me, your hand is warm.
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