{"sf1_id":670630,"sf2_id":"dmWBElEe","title":"Dead Dreams","author":"VinchenzoTheJackal","words":68,"posted_at":"2014-02-21T19:49:00.000Z","tags":["Night","Poem","Sleep","Sorrow","Suicide","insane","peace"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/670630-dead-dreams","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWBElEe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d9/8d/d98d3d1a-ad15-4cd0-ba21-dfc904c50c47","description":"A poem for this night... based on last night when my limbs were blue and cold...","content":"Blue Limbs, Serene, Drifting, Dead Dreams,  \nA night to forget, a night for sorrow, a night with no tomorrow,  \nA Pill for each pain, drifting insane, without love, without anything above,  \n  \nBlue Limbs, Serene, Drifting Dead Dreams,  \nA time for thinking, a time for shrinking, getting cold, getting bold,  \nA Pill a for each pain, everything mundane, without purpose, pointless, a one way train,  \n  \nFinally, the train stops...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}