2tired2type's Journal

 Behind closed eyes

this is what i see.

 is it truth or lies

 is my mind decieveing me.

 am i awake?or fast asleep.

 sometimes i'm so tired i feel dead

 and should be in my grave.

 like the seed in the ground .

 the light of day is all i crave.

 but behind these closed eyes

 that light comes and goes.

 like the flick of a switch.

 as smooth as the pedal off a rose.

 then the darkness sets in

 and green becomes red and black

 becomes white.

 the dreams become more vivid

 the harder i fight !i hear the voices!

 i want to wake ! in my head it feels like the hole room began to shake!

 it like being caught in a glass cube

 and theres no way out,

 no matter which way i move no matter how i shout!

 finally drenched in sweat.

 my paralysis sets me free.

 and i'm aloud to wake.

 exhausted and thinking why me?

 behind these closed eyes

 is like being in a room full of doors

 you open them, but you never no what is instore.