All my dreams are nightmares
of crashing planes and long lost lovers.
Locked in the reality of nothing,
I'm forced to watch my silent wretched screams
That I cannot seem to quash.

 Yearning for amnesia,
there's always one last thought of devilish crystal eyes.
Yet near this dreamcatcher,
Ravenously feeding the deepest, darkest hour of pain, 
Each taunting tale of terror burns like acid rain.

 All my dreams are nightmares and love's a myth. 
My only genuine faith is in the ghosts I'm with.
Sometimes they may appear using my personal traits.
Almost reassuring, but I know it's the guise of wraiths 

Ringing like a death knell, but it's the alarm that's calling
 Easing the dread for a while, come the dawn of mourning
 Needing the reality of nothing, for all my dreams are dead
 I try to quell my racing heart and find sanity's thread

 Gone, for now, those memories, for daylight's my antisera 
Hostilities will resume though, come the next chimera 
They'll re-emerge in the night and show me horror and loss 
Macabrely leading me, like an effigy, to a burning cross 

All my dreams are nightmares, they're from a cliff to fall 
Reaching for a silent lover, who's back in another's thrall 
Each haunting hour of horror is like those crashing planes 
Stalling before falling, then hideous plumes from flames