Xtreme Dreamin'

 
Oh tormented soul,
something wicked this way comes
and I cry out into the night.......

…...please take this cup away from me

these evil things that I see
they torment me
break my sleep
dark uttering disguised
as technicolor dreams

I am chased like a leper across
a barren land
stones cast against my flesh
muzzles flashing brightly
the concussion, the recoil
the masses cane my broken body
tormented specters chase my chariot wheels
lest I run away
can I not escape this madness ?

…...these night terrors will not end

awakening
heart beating desperately against the walls of my chest
trying to escape the horrors of disturbed sleep
I fear that deep into thy night,
I shall take my final rest alone

Something wicked this way comes
and my soul cries out into the night
my prayer for comfort
as the darkness gives way to light.......

.....no one knowing
of these evil dreams
that haunt my nights
and skew my days
deep, chemical forces
daring to take my life away

…....in my dreams