Dreams are mutated monsters
They've adapted to this world

They give you hope
Just long enough
To let their brothers in

And trust me
When that happens
The brothers will destroy you during the day
And the dreams will turn on you
And destroy you during the night

Dreams are mutated monsters

The stars aren't they beautiful?
As they shine down on us and show us the way.
Like little eyes watching over us.

In school they tell you that the heart is filled with blood,
I learned today this is truly not the case.
It is quite obvious my heart is filled to the brim with caffiene.

For as soon my heart was broken,
Something quite different from blood
Surged through my viens.

I'm restless, I'm energetic.
     Why did it have to be today?

I'm staring at the ceiling.
          What could I have said or done?

I'm tossing and turnng.
               How can I fix this?

I'm screaming into my pillow.
                    When did we go wrong?

I'm

hopelessly

awake.



And as much as I love my morning cup of coffee,
I'd much rather fall into a peaceful sleep
To escape this pain and set me free.