Why Don't I Dream?
Why don't I dream anymore. Why of nightmares I have more.
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Why don't I dream anymore. Why of nightmares I have more.
The fear of losing the one you love To predators of the night To those who care not of boundaries And prey upon unending light.
The sickness crept in. Into my mind so cold. It lay dormant and still. Taking an invisible hold. It remained stagnant. I was unaware of it's grasp. Until it was too late. I panic and gasp.
I feel it now. Now more than ever. I see the clouds. All stormy weather. The sun was out. But it's not here. I see the darkness. I feel the fear. Why can't this be. Another dream. A nightmare ride.
I feel it again. That helpless feeling when you realize that it's all over. I see the surface not far above me. I struggle and reach. No good. My goal is too far away. Further than I had hoped.
10:30pm antsy, pacing the room and studying every little nicknack on my bedside table...all I hear is my mother locking up for the night 12:06am anxious...I'm the only one awake.
RAMBLE: Ok, so I've been watching all these lyrics wafting through Opuss on the musical breeze, in awe and (slight) envy... So I have decided to give it a go myself.
The mirror tells more than what you assume Just a reflection of light, a view 'round the room Just a scientific concept, explained in textbooks Just a piece of glass that shows people their...
This is no disorder. At least, it's not for me. It's knowing thin's a lock on happiness. And that Ana's the only key. Ana is eight glasses a day. And two or three green teas. Ana is skin and bones.
Sit back chill. Surf the suffering. Too much equidistant losing. It's time for the standing of something. Enough nothing begot nothing. Stop bluffing. Wait for the cuffing. The nail in the coffin.
The bottle says two. I'll take four or five. Not enough to get sick. Not enough to die. Just enough for some rest. A very deep sleep. Maybe I'll stay out for days. Maybe I'll stay out for weeks.
I'm just a loving fool it seems With no chance of reaching dreams.
She lay there and gazed upwards at the spiralling and swirled pattern dancing with fatigue across her ceiling with nothing but him occupying her every thought, her every molecule, her every moment.
I'm lost and confused. Can't find the damn door. Alone in this room. I can't take anymore. People are talking. I hear them out there. They know that I'm in here. But they just don't care.
When the devils come to play, They always leave a mess, They have never made things better, Than before, they only guilt and stress.
#household As cold as ice With dead brown eyes As hard as stone She never cries Her tears ran out A long time ago There's nothing left She's just a shell When just a teen She cried and cried She...
I shut my eyes to the world and I see a little boy at the pier, watching ships undock; daydreamer eyes in a mist of strange and distant lands that wouldn't yield to the sound of gunfire.
Ones line is Not enough Break through Demons call it tough Lost records spin through this mental Heroes lost so I pick up this pencil Some lament the air play hay days Sittin back big sack full...
You're punch connects with mine,. And our knees soon meet,. Synchronised in perfect time,. The same steps with our feet,. Blood spills on my cheek,. And it also spills on yours,.
In a dream I went walking. Had a bad day. Flying leaves hit my face, scuffling their edges on my cheek. Sadness turned into words, And words came that were sad. For life tames the melancholy tone.
This road is smooth, So I'll make a bump - Slow down the speed, Let the Tarmac crack and grow with weeds, This road is smooth, So perhaps take heed, I make my potholes, I drink the n.e.e.d.....
Destructing everything in sight On a mission to win the last fight Determination to self destruct All the fears that the nightmares construct.
Tossing and turning, In my bed, Memories, churning, Blood in my head. Salt in my bloodstream, Night in my salt, Anything innocent, Isn't my fault.
The end of me, the end of you. Ill probably just hand you, a menu.