twisted dreamer

 entangled in your negativity
it shadows my sensibility
my thoughts drench the pillow
and i inhale wasted brain space
recycled thoughts, reused.
i think too much, it hurts my mind.

i close my eyes
and still i can see

I, I, I, its always about the I
me, me, me, desires cage the free
into perceiving freedom is selfishness.

i close my eyes
i can still see

the dreams swirl in my pillow
and into my head.
i dream i dream i dream...

change the pillow case, change your scenario
change the sheets to mood your convenience
and dream clean dreams.

it starts out all dandy
my dreams going well
until i see your shadow
and again im under your spell
and im running away
from talking blind dolls
and creaking doors
in long corridors
i seek the open space
i confront your horrid face
clutch the heart i misplaced
and pull it out, tear your flesh
and put my stolen heart back into
my chest, its that best part of me, you had
that could not be rekindled,
so i curse your soul back to hell
and open my eyes to the light
to the sun of god.