Mar 2019
Under the midnight sky,
There’s a fading vision of a picture,
Negating your sacred scripture,
It’s a story with no beginning but an end,
A broken puzzle,
Of a tragedy and no pretend,
Consumed by the terror of falling asleep,
Or is it the fear of what I see?
Night after night,
Dream after dream,
Is it the way I watch myself die?
Or waking up in a scare?
Gasping for air,
Til’ morning, crying in despair,
It’s the same cruel dream every hopeless night,
A sight I cannot unsee in my own mind,
Feels like being ****** out of life,
Worn out, drained —all the time
There’s a fading vision of a picture,
Negating your sacred scripture,
It’s a story with no beginning but an end,
A broken puzzle,
Of a tragedy and no pretend,
Consumed by the terror of falling asleep,
Or is it the fear of what I see?
Night after night,
Dream after dream,
Is it the way I watch myself die?
Or waking up in a scare?
Gasping for air,
Til’ morning, crying in despair,
It’s the same cruel dream every hopeless night,
A sight I cannot unsee in my own mind,
Feels like being ****** out of life,
Worn out, drained —all the time
