They say that when you close your eyes
You envision the most delightful of things
Like roses in the park, or even your wishes and dreams
No one said that you would see the most painful of things

When I close my eyes, I see nothing but darkness
I see deaths and drugs, tasting blood on my tongue
My friends are with me, but it is them that's suffering
They are the ones that die, that are narcotic and steal

Why can't it be me that does these things?
To watch and not be able to help, it kills me even when conscious
I awaken to the coppery taste still on my mouth, unable to wash it away
So think again when you hear people say

*Dreams are wonderful and I would love to relive them again