Deep imaginary dreams?
Connecting the dots of the situations I rather not see; nothing is what it seems.
What was up now resides below, what was below is now gone,
Every emotion feels like a mythical creature that pulls me back, can’t go on.
Temptation on every corner of my mind,
Wish I was blind; no understanding of how I got confined.
The deeper I go into the dream, the more sane I feel,
Nothing makes sense anymore, what is the deal?
Healing takes time, but can you heal a dream? Can you heal?!!!!!!
Like Alice falling deeper and deeper,
The difference is that I know I am asleep; a dreamer.
Time freezes and I rather stay in this hole;
Falling for an eternity just holding my soul.
It is a dream!!!!! And nothing is real
Not even the time I kneel,
Not even the time I saw the frustration pouring out of my open wounds,
Not even the scenes we played; empty cartoons.
Not even………….. Not even………… not even the time I caress the trigger with empty dreams,
Nothing is or was what it seems.
I feel more at home, more sane, when I know I am asleep
And nothing is real, but makes more sense when I see myself counting black sheep.