I want to sleep,
to drift away,
and dream a sweet little dream of you.
But
- and why I cannot say -
something holds me back,
keeps me in this land of terror and torment.

I’ll shut my eyes and imagen I can feel you close,
and I’ll sleep.

But I won’t dream that little dream of you,
that sweet, soft dream of you;
my dreams forever will reflect reality,
only in a more twisted sense.

So awake I attempt to stay,
hiding in the twiglight world,
but alas sleep will draw me to her boosom,
and enfold my already waring mind with the offal of the dreaming world,
and you will be drowned out.

☮&♥