to live is to dream
to die is to awaken
my life was nothing
more, then surely mistaken
the monsters and demons
that stay inside of my head
don't won't to leave
because they have a
nice comfortable bed
they sing and dance
as they chant their spells
cursing me with sorrows,
regrets, leaving me in hell
my thoughts towards the world
is now just filled with scum
leaving me to drink and drown
on pain and rum
I dream of dreams but
end up with nightmares
now I go to sleep
saying nothing but prayers
I miss my old self, the
person who I once was,
the dirty old homeless who
slept in a broken down bus
the evil is so strong, it's
to late to runaway
like my monsters and demons
I might as well stay.