When I sleep,
I never dream,
Because all I dream of,
Is an alternate reality.
I slip from reality,
Into a different place.
Where everyone is the same,
They just have a different face.
Where my darkness,
Is considered right,
Where the other light,
Is way too bright.
Where the dark,
Is longer than the light,
Where the moon comes to stay,
All through the night.
Where my darkness is overriding,
It consumed my heart,
It consumed my soul,
It's what split me apart.
My dreams were different,
Their an empty place,
A blank mind,
A different face.
My dreams are dark,
And depressing,
My own little world,
A Devil's blessing.
My own world,
Is my dream,
I'm all alone,
Where no one can hear my screams.
The loneliness I feel,
Is not cool,
I act paranoid,
And people think I'm a fool.
I can never achieve,
The peace of death,
I try and try,
But I always suck in my last breath.
My anger is,
An eccentric storm,
A storm that I wish,
Had never been born.
In my dreams,
I see my pain,
In the form,
Of never-ending rain.
Now I sit alone,
Poison in my stream,
Death is coming,
My last dream…