My dreams, Mother claims ''I'' have the ''Death Scent''.... many of my dreams of death related have come true for me.. Close friends

Dreams

Dreams of vision, reality sets in..
waking with sweat, feeding upon the naked flesh,
scattered cells to the wind,
haunting the soul...

Published November 25, 2009 Write a comment
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