| Again The blood tickles As it trickles Gently past my eye, But I don't know- It hurts too bad For me to even cry. And though he screams And says that I should die He doesn't mean it. It isn't true. It's only the creature That's become his friend, Again. |
| My eyes bleed tears. I've wept for the fears you've never had for me. But you'll never see what I could have been because I'm leaving. I'm tired of living a lie all the day, and so scared of feeling the terror, the fear that fills my nights The truth of a horror, the truth of a hell whenever I close my eyes. The ecstasy, sweet joy at your gentle smile and sweet touch...too good to be true, too true to last. ----Reality is a dream, a beautiful lie I never want to wake from. ----But I sleep and my dreams are the only reality, no escape. Sheer terror, a blood-curdling scream, but I can't let it go. Realler than anything this world can show. I grip so tightly to this false reality because it's all I know. I cling so tightly to these true lies, because they're all I have. I can't flee the reality I dream of, can't hold onto my dreaming reality. If one is real but seems a dream and the other is a dream which seems so real... How do I know which is real? |
| ~Dreams sprung in innocence die. ~Hopes conceived in childhood rot. ~Aspirations once seen in youth perish. ~And goals born so young are forgotten. ~These not achieved until loss of ignorance, ~Nor can they be seen without its now lost bliss. My greatest dreams die with innocence, and their death only kills more of that childhood bliss. Beautiful, futile dreams shrivel up to reveal life's realities. So I give up, and give in. And settle. |