Crazy how your dream come true can soon become a nightmare
looking for the heart where home is but no one is there
existing within a blank space, falling hopelessly
waiting for it to end & maybe it’ll set you free
Who knew love would hurt so bad or turn you into a rebel
not wanting to feel it anymore

After the heartbreak, the rain no longer sounds the same
it’s just the sky crying for you & cleansing you from the pain
Unable to express how you feel so music becomes your soundtrack
& the emptiness within makes you want the memories back
Heartbreak of a full moon, feeling lost with nowhere to go or an exit to seek peace
just dead black roses that resemble a torn love by your feet   - King Pencasso

Lurking in the dark
I do not see
He comes around
And buries me
My throat closes in
The world goes black
But I cannot tell
Because Im in the back
When my mind comes to
A masked face stares
I pull away
Hes from my nightmares
My body is bound
My head is throbbing
I can only do one thing
And that is not sobbing
I open my mouth
And out comes
A chorus of chaos

The dream thickens and my eyes grow dim.
They drown in darkness and light becomes thin.

The lids become heavy, and I cannot swim.
I sink below the surface, sleep begins to win.

Farther I fall to madness and thoughts are now grim.
Prying my eyes open, as penance for my sin.

I have a strange mind —
It only remembers things
that are too cold
and tragic

I have a strange mind —
It only remembers misery,
grief and torments

In my sleep
my mind only gives me
ceaseless nightmares

Sometimes my mind
would go on a quest
in search of a speck
of hope
only for it to get lost

Sometimes my mind
creates moments of bliss
but I can only see
void
or maybe
there's really nothing to see.

I have a strange mind
and I'm starting to wonder
maybe my mind
can only recall moments
that are real.

Even the bad ones are good-
they remind me of how poorly
reality measures up.

i never pillow talk
cause you never know
who is listening behind the doors

i keep my secrets to my chest
cause they are worthy
i don't want another wealthy man
to trade them

selling people dreams
that you will never live
Them

Am me
not them
different cause i hate
my self

i dream dying
i wonder when

when
i will leave this
hell hole
am stuck

nightmares are dark
no light spark
i should have knew
that without money
life *****

No love
only hate and greed
i can't even trust my own seed
my generation smoke alot of ****
and proceed violence

my streets
these dayz lack silence
gunshots
another one down

mothers tears
fell down
his son layes
silent in the streets
kids *******
we all want to be rich
Light skin controls money
government promises
lies

Nightmares visit
every time
i close my eyes
her grave i didn't knew

Am 19
still a teen
i need a shoulder to lean
but non of the shoulders i trust
i live to make to make you proud
i listen to his word
but voices in my head are loud
dark cloud on my head
depression
on its mission...
nightmares my visions...

Are you sourounded by your dreams or your nightmares?