Shadow Out Of Time

Dark bent streets, rain comes down
I see it my mind but why?
I've been there before but not as me
Voices in my head was I alive or dead?
The faces came and went, what was my name?
Memory of a world was this my past?

The thing which comes to me in dreams each night
My mind it wants to take but I won't go
It pulls me back now against my will
Into another world, into another life

Dread and disbelief which eats my soul
Weaker now I get with every night
I still possess a final desperate hope
That this is just another nightmare dream


Written and © Marco Abularach 



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