I don't think I'm dreaming
The air is cold...
Melancholy
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3 min
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Jul 27
What hellish plans, spring forth from heaven...
Churned oceans of melted dreams.
Milked liquor from might have beens.
Drunk on night sky’s heavy stars.
Hellish plans in heavens bars.
Wrecking joy with hands of stone.
Mighty sins you can’t atone.
Flights of fancy in darkened corners.
Wear charcoal veils on mental mourners.
Hellish plans in heaven’s bars.