Contaminated Dreams


I dream about love, peace and happiness in the same sequence as the devil capturing me, taking my soul before turning 19 years old.

Each morning I awake feeling uncomfortable, my heart being cold.

Dreams are contaminated thoughts, empirical surreal nightmares that your mind bought.

I dream about the power of real love, the kind you will never lose or give up.

Happiness is forever rewarded to those who are optimistic, having mind control over contaminated dreams.

Peace is in the sky everytime I look up over the pacific ocean. Your mind, reminiscent in motion through the blue and white clouds. I always dream about the moment of making my mom proud and smile one day.

I dream about walking out of this place; my family, I will embrace outside these prison gates, surrounded with heartfelt warm love shattering this hold the devil has on me. Recapturing my soul. I dream about love, peace and happiness in the same sequence. Something beautiful will make up for this unrealistic experience.

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