The best of my dreams are the ones in which I die.
I can see a life beyond my own, and ask, who, what, when, where, why?
In my twisted paradise all I see are perfect days,
But even in my dreams, the things I love the most tend to fade away.
Then I finally awake to my miserable life,
And I find myself asking, why I even try?
These are the moments I realize why my favourite dreams are the ones in which I die.