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In a dream-the future is the past,
vivid images of things that are yet to be,
Or shadows of things that never were,
or fantasy or reality,
Reveal the mysteries of my mind,
that are seldom what they seem,
Am I awake....am I asleep,
am I somewhere in between?
In a cavern-damp and cold,
laughter echoed off the chamber walls,
From a thousand faces, familiar faces,
they stared, they knew, they saw,
They grew louder and closer, louder and closer,
until I could stand no more,
My head was spinning round and round,
I collapsed....helpless on the cavern floor.
I awoke-in the darkness,
as the chilling stench of hell lingered near,
I wondered who they were, why the laughted,
was it fantasy or fear,
From a single voice, more laughter came,
and echoed through my head,
"So you want to know the truth my friend,
don't you know? Your dead!"
