The voices aloud
The words I hear.
Are trivial
There's no need to fear.
I wish to flee take flight and run
But It stays with me in shadow from sun.
But why scream?.
When it seems,
No one cares.
About dreams,
"They're just apart of growing up"
My mother always said
Now if I admit
I dreamt of her
Often cold stark dead.
Would she be so lenient
To the monsters in my head?
I felt so small, When the doctor said
Monsters aren't real, Now dont be scared
Have these pills both blue and red
And take them before you go to bed.
But they don't work, and I still dream.
Of spilling blood, And twisted themes
I'm patronised in my very sleep
for not keeping thoughts alined and neat
And for crawling up and wondering why
My waking moments are just a lie
I see a man
A sadistic toon
He waits for me,
Loiters and looms
This man is cold
No heart,
No soul.
He follows me,
Till I get old.
I often wonder
What's the distinction
Between true and false
Fact and fiction
And question if it's just me
Who craves this reality
- - - -
I'm all safe now
Or so they said
"It's okay now"
"The mean man is dead"
So riddle me this
Is it a lie?
The man I fear
Is behind my eyes,
The words I hear.
Are trivial
There's no need to fear.
I wish to flee take flight and run
But It stays with me in shadow from sun.
But why scream?.
When it seems,
No one cares.
About dreams,
"They're just apart of growing up"
My mother always said
Now if I admit
I dreamt of her
Often cold stark dead.
Would she be so lenient
To the monsters in my head?
I felt so small, When the doctor said
Monsters aren't real, Now dont be scared
Have these pills both blue and red
And take them before you go to bed.
But they don't work, and I still dream.
Of spilling blood, And twisted themes
I'm patronised in my very sleep
for not keeping thoughts alined and neat
And for crawling up and wondering why
My waking moments are just a lie
I see a man
A sadistic toon
He waits for me,
Loiters and looms
This man is cold
No heart,
No soul.
He follows me,
Till I get old.
I often wonder
What's the distinction
Between true and false
Fact and fiction
And question if it's just me
Who craves this reality
- - - -
I'm all safe now
Or so they said
"It's okay now"
"The mean man is dead"
So riddle me this
Is it a lie?
The man I fear
Is behind my eyes,