I think I might be going mad
Like a traveler without a map
On a land absent of help
Like a ship without a captain
On a sea with fog so thick you can't see

Closing my eyes only lets
My madness flow free
Imagining strange places
Sometimes beings without faces
Rather a new world, a dimension perhaps
On a different plane
But still in the same place
Unable to be seen yet
Running rampant in our dreams
How come I can only see them
When I'm asleep