Is there anyway I could merely fall asleep and just dream... dream..

Dream away from the scars and fights

Fights and scars of all that which oppresses me and depresses me, Reality is no necessity of mine

I shall stick to the depths of my mind

And whatever I may find

I'll hold it, I'll mold it, till I can call it mine.


For what hath reality ever hold for me

Nothing, nothing but pain, misery, and atrocity

Free, I shall be

With the birds of my dreams

For it seems

That the birds that fly in reality

Are trapped and caged hopelessly

By this omnipresent hatred

leave this Earth as it is, old and decrepit


I dare not die

'T'is not death

For I have lived and merely decide

'Tis those that live, that hath given up their breath

I lie awake ready for the ride

The ride that may take me to a new height

Oh sweet cyanide... I sleep again, tonight