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Milly Misguided Dream
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Lady Jane
2011-04-16 02:21:52 UTC
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Here we are.. we’ve found ourselves in a strange place
A parallel universe, or time period, or impossible dream
Where the sand drowns and possesses us, dead or alive
I think there is no way to escape, even though I try
I was told that we just have to finish the ride

On we walked, through the hot sun and sand
Swallowed by waves of extraordinary dreams
The few that we lost made today feel real
When the sand wave ceased, they returned.
Once here, then lost, and back together.
That one swallowed by the dream, never the same.

Bodies rising from the ground, hallowed eyes
A disturbance somewhere, this dream is hell
They rise and lead us to their kingdom
I predict not a soul has felt at home here
But how many of them actually have souls?

A cult ritual into a tank of sand dreams
A dance, and chant, then dive into the box
The dreams will swallow you for some time
You will sink deeper, a foot deeper, and more
Down, I fell.. into the mysterious box of hell

The disturbance in this strange place is mad
I don’t know if it is dream or real
I said goodbye to my love, in my own way
Faced the hell I put myself through
Im asking myself why I am here? or how exactly?

Do I have a higher meaning than another one here?
Am I a demon like the rest? How can I ever tell?
I am writing this to think, but not to remember
I don’t ever want to see the bloody hell I dreamed
But now I don’t know if I can escape from my head

My friend, she’ll be alright, she was possessed as well.
When you are lost, it is too hard to realize it
So on she will go, to live a strange dark life
It is just the one I was to escape, and never return
I’ll never go back, they wont have my life, nor my dreams.
Lady Jane
2011-04-16 02:23:40 UTC
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Post by Lady Jane
Here we are.. we’ve found ourselves in a strange place
A parallel universe, or time period, or impossible dream
Where the sand drowns and possesses us, dead or alive
I think there is no way to escape, even though I try
I was told that we just have to finish the ride
On we walked, through the hot sun and sand
Swallowed by waves of extraordinary dreams
The few that we lost made today feel real
When the sand wave ceased, they returned.
Once here, then lost, and back together.
That one swallowed by the dream, never the same.
Bodies rising from the ground, hallowed eyes
A disturbance somewhere, this dream is hell
They rise and lead us to their kingdom
I predict not a soul has felt at home here
But how many of them actually have souls?
A cult ritual into a tank of sand dreams
A dance, and chant, then dive into the box
The dreams will swallow you for some time
You will sink deeper, a foot deeper, and more
Down, I fell.. into the mysterious box of hell
The disturbance in this strange place is mad
I don’t know if it is dream or real
I said goodbye to my love, in my own way
Faced the hell I put myself through
Im asking myself why I am here? or how exactly?
Do I have a higher meaning than another one here?
Am I a demon like the rest? How can I ever tell?
I am writing this to think, but not to remember
I don’t ever want to see the bloody hell I dreamed
But now I don’t know if I can escape from my head
My friend, she’ll be alright, she was possessed as well.
When you are lost, it is too hard to realize it
So on she will go, to live a strange dark life
It is just the one I was to escape, and never return
I’ll never go back, they wont have my life, nor my dreams.
The title is supposed to be: Mildly*** not Milly
kenny1
2011-04-18 03:21:34 UTC
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Post by Lady Jane
Here we are.. we’ve found ourselves in a strange place
A parallel universe, or time period, or impossible dream
Where the sand drowns and possesses us, dead or alive
I think there is no way to escape, even though I try
I was told that we just have to finish the ride
On we walked, through the hot sun and sand
Swallowed by waves of extraordinary dreams
The few that we lost made today feel real
When the sand wave ceased, they returned.
Once here, then lost, and back together.
That one swallowed by the dream, never the same.
Bodies rising from the ground, hallowed eyes
A disturbance somewhere, this dream is hell
They rise and lead us to their kingdom
I predict not a soul has felt at home here
But how many of them actually have souls?
A cult ritual into a tank of sand dreams
A dance, and chant, then dive into the box
The dreams will swallow you for some time
You will sink deeper, a foot deeper, and more
Down, I fell.. into the mysterious box of hell
The disturbance in this strange place is mad
I don’t know if it is dream or real
I said goodbye to my love, in my own way
Faced the hell I put myself through
Im asking myself why I am here? or how exactly?
Do I have a higher meaning than another one here?
Am I a demon like the rest? How can I ever tell?
I am writing this to think, but not to remember
I don’t ever want to see the bloody hell I dreamed
But now I don’t know if I can escape from my head
My friend, she’ll be alright, she was possessed as well.
When you are lost, it is too hard to realize it
So on she will go, to live a strange dark life
It is just the one I was to escape, and never return
I’ll never go back, they wont have my life, nor my dreams.
i like it. like you cannot find what you want. you have a problem in
piecing together history and reason and accepting futuristic truths.
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