She doesn't know I'm dormant
I know this sounds kind of morbid
But I've been slipping into her dreams
And you should see the things
The things the things with in her vivid dreams.
The images are so livid
So sharp and vivid
Potent
Like a potion coursing through my veins
To her I'm nothing but a haze. I see her toss and turn for days
Much To my amaze
It felt like I was freshly tazed.
My head was in a daze. She worked her heart in the maze.
The maze of my own torn and broken mind.
Splintered into pieces without the aid of time.
What I wouldn't give for that price of mind.
Here and forever, for all time.