Bipolar

Everything was dark

And we were having smoky dreams

Running in to the woods

I saw a shadow running from me

A ghost that's scared

I'm worse than a demond

Take me down

Everything is red

And we were having bloody nightmares

A garden full of roses and

Nightingales flying off

Wings made of shiny stones

Falls off when I get close

Take me down

Everything is white

And we were having empty dreams

Walking in to the white page

People walking out

Leaving me in a lonely white image

Their face paling when they notice me

Take me down

Everything was gold

And we were having rich dreams

A hand crawling on to my shoulder

warmth creeping in

A hug that's rich, richer than all

I was feeling loved

Take me with you.

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