wicked dreams
drenched in sweat
leave a taste
that lingers when i awake

for when i am sleeping
your feelings are true
eight letters, that i chase
a feeling that can't stay

what a twisted dream,
and blurry day
i'm far less lucid than i'd say
through the fog, my arm reaches
for a truth that was never there

this dull knife in my chest
is digging deeper and deeper
the hole that he dug
is getting far more crowded
than my mind

in my restless dreams,
i turn and i turn
i pray to a deity
that would never return
i pray to a deity
and i hope you answer
or at least hear
the words whispered to the moonlight
the feelings i thought
are connected like two cups
and a single red string

what's one more ****** soul
on a pile of lies?
what's one more fake
"i love you",
one more untrue touch?

in my wicked dreams,
i pray and i turn
as the earth spins
as my world burns
as my heart yearns
and never learns

i pray for your soft touch
to convince me you're mine.
.
.
.
don't get on the pile,
you're the one i most desire.
don't be like everyone else,
don't make my head a lost case.

i pray and i pray
and send everyone else away
as long as you're mine,
and as long as i'm yours
we'll be alright
after these long,
sleepless nights