Keep going, take another step. Nothing is left behind you
No one, just darkness, is your lover.
Lost hopes, shattered dreams, the scratches of grinding teeth,
the shrill screams of those so young,
Cursed, abandoned---unloved by everyone----
or so they believe.
No one walks these dreaded halls, these creaking walls, these shattered mirrors
No one inhabits these dusty halls, these moaning doors that creak in the wind.
No one, not a single soul but the accursed
You are to dwell with the accursed.
Don't think you're loved---it is a foolish
Keep going, take another step. Nothing is left behind you
No one, just darkness, is your lover.
Lost hopes, shattered dreams, the scratches of grinding teeth,
the shrill screams of those so young,
Cursed, abandoned---unloved by everyone----
or so they believe.
No one walks these dreaded halls, these creaking walls, these shattered mirrors
No one inhabits these dusty halls, these moaning doors that creak in the wind.
No one, not a single soul but the accursed
You are to dwell with the accursed.
Don't think you're loved---it is a foolish
So I woke up reciting the Gettysburg Address this morning. I don't know how one does that, but I gotta say: one of the most surreal dreams I can remember at the moment. I was reciting in my dream, as well--I was up in front of a classroom of unidentified classmates--part of me thinks they were from a mix of grades at my high school--and my astronomy teacher, Ms. Ritchie, was leading the class. Best part was: I was in my underwear--in the dream, not for real, in bed, like I should have been--and holding my shorts up in front of me.
I can't help wondering whether or not I would've been able to continue reciting the speech if the paper I was re