The dreams have returned again.
I see the occasional color in select scenes,
though mostly black and white.
I feel the chill of evil lurking in shadow
and the clairvoyance of dark deeds.
I was lured into the trap I couldn't escape,
and then discovered as I yearned to be away.
I found my past twisted into slivers of my presence.
But I found no future there.
I have no constant companion in these dreams,
each contains a new person that fades or terminates before the dream is over.
The dreams have returned again.
Where are my radiant, precious and uplifting dreams?
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