I never dream of where I’m going,
Only where I fear to be,
Dawn brings fantasized exhaustion,
My body is rested, but not my mind.
Pulsing blackness of the room mixes
With the bruised darkness of my
own eyes. Smoky murkiness is
only a threat of the fire to come.
I claw at the snatches of light that
promise safety. But all must
sleep. In the end, I give in to
the Sirens’ call, beckoning me into…
Where? I do not know where I will go.
Dreams are fickle things that have
no master. Pills suppress but do
not control the twisted selection of nostalgia.
Why do I fear what I will forget
in the morning? Daylight finds
me scoffing at my terrors. Yet
they are real again when the darkness falls.
Only where I fear to be,
Dawn brings fantasized exhaustion,
My body is rested, but not my mind.
Pulsing blackness of the room mixes
With the bruised darkness of my
own eyes. Smoky murkiness is
only a threat of the fire to come.
I claw at the snatches of light that
promise safety. But all must
sleep. In the end, I give in to
the Sirens’ call, beckoning me into…
Where? I do not know where I will go.
Dreams are fickle things that have
no master. Pills suppress but do
not control the twisted selection of nostalgia.
Why do I fear what I will forget
in the morning? Daylight finds
me scoffing at my terrors. Yet
they are real again when the darkness falls.
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