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