The nightmare

Everybody don't die in their nightmares, they think they did because they used to be killed every night. They drown in nothing.

Once I had a dream, no a nightmare..

The dark-bright cemetery

cloudy blue sky, beautiful black birds and a friend beside

We walked  to it, though we used to be always afraid of what's inside

Dreams, they left and left me crying inside my stupid cage

Nightmares, they knew I was alone so they walked through my silly cage

We quit to that cursed land with no fear to then disappear

Evil doors opened, villians welcomed us and took our names, still no fear

We penetrated, we looked and we parted by mistake

Villians knew we parted because they planned for that, they knew we loved that beautiful mistake

Smelling urine, watching walls painted with dung and there lied dead bodies 

Graves were near each other and never named, I bet curse was made by those dead bodies

Getting out, seeking a friend, finding a fountain thinking I'm out but I wasn't

I looked to the right I found a beach and some people alive, thought I was out but I wasn't

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and then, I woke up with a heart ache smelling dirt,

 I was never out of that cemetery 

then what's next?