Bloom

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  • Dedicated to dreamers.
                                    

My escape is my doom

It captures me and makes me scream

Silent as the grave

I cry inside

The only one to hear me

Is the same that makes no noise

The very dream I dream

Equals its sum

The joy that blissfully creeps

Is paid back in pain that sneaks

Through my hollow veins

Where blood flows

Blue as fire

Hot as ice

It stumbles toward my brain

To jog memory to awaken

Free me from this place

This place I call escape

Its doom is sweeter

Than the doom of reality so bitter

But to wake up from a dream

Is still most cruel doom

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