If dreams were real and nightmares came true
I'd go quite insane, that's what I'd do.
The things in my brain that extract while I sleep
Are secrets I wish someone else would keep.
Where do they come from and why do they manifest?
I didn't think the weight could get heavier on my chest.
I can't escape these thoughts during the day
When I slept it used to keep them at bay.
Nights without dreams or images abound
Now only images and nightmares around.
What do they mean, is there a purpose for lack of rest?
What is this cruel sensation and feeling of jest?
Is someone enjoying this wonderous torture?
I know I don't, for that you can be sure.
No longer controlled by her in the light
I've gotten stronger and am able to fight.
She comes in my dreams, like a succubus and haunts
I thought I was done with her in my thoughts.
How has the subconscious bended and distorted
feelings and thoughts so disturbingly contorted?
It's not just my demon that leaves me in pieces
A kind disturbia in the folds of my brain creases.
From hate to love as the subject of a nocturnal play
There's never a joy to last or to stay.
Wake up in sweat and sometimes in tears
Is there a message hidden in those fears?
A feeling of terror from which there is no escape
For it's my own mind that strings thoughts with tape.
Tired of the dreams in the light and the dark
Tearing up my brain like a ravenous shark.
Into my bedroom, and behind me close the door
Put my head on my pillow and pray to dream no more.