Every day i’m sleeping more
and waking up less.
and the thoughts spinning in my head
are keeping me dreaming,
the dreams of days forgotten
and nights where monsters are lurking.
I can’t see past the dark
that surrounds my head in the night.
it lulls me into its false comforts,
promising the release of bad memories
and the sweet syrup from my veins.
Hold fast to dreams,
For if they die,
Life is a broken wing bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
Waking up from sleep
catching last memory of dreams
then poof they are gone
Behind the scenes
