Pixie-Litter by Dichotic
I am the stuff that dreams are made of
I know, because I find I am made of dreams
...or nightmares; they're dreams too
dreams that what you fear
remains inside, far from here
that what haunts you
remains but a ghost
a faint phantom
a form feeble in the light of day
weary in our waking moments
in our waking dreams
our walking nightmares
of what awaits
when we close our eyes
when we rest our heads
and pray our souls to keep
that what we fear we are
steals us from our sleep
I am what dreams are made of
wanting, and wishing, and nothing much else
Unknown "Sex Toy Faerie" Thirsty
- 16 years, 7 months, 16 days ago
