HAUNTED BY MY LOST DREAMS

3:33 Am, I Wake Up, Fearful.
Haunted By My Lost Dreams,
The Dreaded Nightmares Again
Filled Up With Dreaded Screams.
Left Alone In A Darkened Room,
Shadows Move Around The Wall,
I Wonder Should I Chase Them?
Bordome I Know, Maybe I Shall.
Chasing Shadows Would Have
Been Such A Great Poem Title,
But I'm Sticking With This One
Within My Dreams, For Example.
More Than Just My Nightmares,
Hooked Up, Cooked Up Blondes
Trying To Sell Me All Their Wares,
And By That, I Mean Their Bodies.
Forgotten Dreams, I Do Remember
Only One, Two, Or Three Of Them,
Or Maybe I Don't Remember Any.
Glad I Got That Out Of My System
All These Dreams That Were Lost,
They May Never Be Found I Know,
I Have To Accept The Fact Of Life
I'd No Choice But To Let Them Go.
Gone Are My Dreams Of Stardom,
Gone Are All My Hopes Of Fame,
No Tears Left, The Milk Is Spilt,
My Nightmares Are To Blame.