The light that travels through
clouds that are broken
not much more can be said
for this feeling of dreed
wiven like a spiders web.

It starts from the inside
ever so slowly wrapping itself around
each organ as if a spider wrapping itself around a fly.

Not much can be said
this feeling of dreed
deep as an ocean deeper and deeper it goes
I fear I wont be forgiven.

To look upons the lights gaze
through the trees, I hear the sounds of the wind
I feel the grass and the touch of the water.
thats were I want to go, if only I could go home again.

This feeling of dreed is gone
never to be said only to be felt
so this feeling of dreed within
I can never feel again for I am dead.

My sins washed away
like a useless spring day
never to be felt again
is my feeling of dreed.

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