Dream Space

I'm treading slowly in my dreams.
Trying not to awaken the ghost
That lingers deep in my subconcious.
One that devours all thoughts.
One face that dismisses all emotion.
My mind would rather stray
On the nightmares and the horrors
That linger in the darkness,
Hidden away from the sunlight world
Far away from dainty daydreams
And fairytales from our youth.
I'd much rather be haunted by
Those minor childhood ghosts.
Heck! I'd rather walk on fire.
Than go to that central space
Where nerve endings join at last.
To meet the monster with the face
Of careless confusion
And the shadow of drunk deceit.
Who exhales dreams that last forever
Blowing hope in my direction.
Crossing the borders of insane.
On strands of broken heartstrings
He plays a tune I know,
With lyrics I fail to follow.
The song I cannot name.
It's the Ghost of Regret that dwells in there,
Smelling of loss and putrid pain.
That's the phantom my mind avoids,
The place it can't explain,
The place it hides away from,
The deepest crevice in my head.
And I wish for those good mornings.
With a breeze upon my face.
Cos I can't wake up another day,
tears soaking up my bed.