Longing for a time that’s dead & gone.
Stretching the hands of nostalgia
far beyond reality.
This pressure, squeezing ever tighter
around my sorrowful mind.
Haunting echoes of my past come alive
within an insomniac’s
illusion. Chilling me to the bone.
Enchanting this forsaken soul.
Secret lives dwell in the failures of
a once promising future.
Hallucinating…is this sad old man.
Visions of a sacred oasis
Spellbound Nightmares (Symbolic)
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