As i lie down to to sleep,
my mind tends to take a leap,
over to the dark side of my soul,
where death are the only thoughts made whole,
all things smell of burning flesh,
here lies every dead dream and every lost wish,
but one thing here is not just a dream,
death is a real thing,
it cause me to stay awake,
as i feel my skin begin to bake,
as i sweat and cry,
because i don't want to die,
as my body falls still,
my mind never will,
cause my hearts to cold and my sweats to hot,
i wish these nightmares would leave me but they will not,
i wake in the morning but it only gets worse,
cause hate isn't a dream and neither is divorce,
i can't escape the evils in my mind,
there is nothing to hide behind,
the wickedness cuts through all i think,
it tears my flesh and poisons what i drink,
cause all these things are real,
and darkness is their only appeal,
i want to wake up from reality,
go back to something that will never be,
so i must deal with being me,
and living in the world i can touch and see.