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In a bed made of cinders

Littered with glassy paper photographs

A locket recalls from slumber

Unaware of a coming blast...

Nothingness, sweet nothingness

Another of my dreams are haunting me

All that could have been of what is left

A thorn in my side tearing at me

"Eyes are left shut as it ensues

When they open, a rain of fire brews..."

Helpless, in a vacant room

From a shadow, in the kiss

Influencing their desire

In like a crawl, truth from a liar

Nothingness, sweet nothingness

Another of my dreams are haunting me

All that could have been of what is left

A thorn in my side tearing at me