I'm flying through the city
Wind not effecting my hair
Body as pale as a sheet
I look down
And see myself
Cold, lifeless
Blood all over the floor
There's a demon running out the door
Blood on his shoes
Kife in his hand
Somebody ought to catch him red handed
But they don't
Days pass
Family finds out I'm dead
They nod
Faint smiles
Now they don't have to pretend
Every "I love you" they ever said
Turns out it was a lie
And then
I wake
My dream
How much of it is true?
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