Bad dreams
In the beginning all I hear,
is others singing deep and low,
with iron bells ringing.
And there's a source of heat near my feet,
I'm so weak,
I pass in and out of sleep.
Flashes of light,
blotches of color.
I call for help but it's drowned out by the weather.
Downpour; torrential,
power of the vengeful,
this was all triggered by the subconscious central.
Sweet dreams are hideous,
please don't confuse those,
bad dreams will find you,
confine you to circles.
Every other movement is slowed by the mind,
that's why the scenery seemed so sublime.
With no R-e-m,
your bound to cave in,
and time in the conscious life is quite grim.
If I can't escape
then I'll die in my sleep,
cause the cliff is too steep,
and the water is too deep.
Bad dreams,
sad scenes and fear,
pains not what it seems,
cold stares and screams.
Lots of doors to open,
afraid what I will find,
so caught up in not getting trapped in my own mind.
Watching my self
from above and behind,
I feel like I am controlling a video game inside my mind.
Sometimes my day dreams turn into nightmares,
you don't want to wake up here.
It's cold in the morning,
breathe eternal frost,
of the suns' dawning.
It's dark and damp,
with slight hints of death,
so cold,
I'm spitting icicles,
that would rip right through the flesh.
I hear sound of children screaming,
I have to pinch myself,
I have to wake up,
afraid of dreaming.
Sound familiar,
bad dreams can kill ya,
deeper the sleep
the realer.
Bad dreams sad scenes and fear,
you don't want to have to wake up here.
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Clarity of Dawn
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