Dreams

Dreams

I woke up today
For the first time in my life
With no where to go, and no one to see
All I had to deal with was me and my dreams

Or the nightmares as I recall
Round and round these thoughts revolve
I can never escape, even while awake
They plague my day dreams with questions
"Why did I dream, what does this mean?"
So I lay in bed contemplating
A sort of analytical masturbating
As I toy around and play with my thoughts
Wrapping fingers around ideas, looking for the magic spot
Oh I'll rub and tug if you'd give away the info
I guess I've broken down to an analytical nympho
Because I hunger and thirst to play with my dreams
I battle and strive to find what they mean
Oh I'll tie them up in the back rooms of my brain
Abandoned in the dark, apartments filled with silhouettes
But the faces and places are missing, as my soul was torn to seven sets
And we've got so many packed in these cells
They're wailing at the windows and walls in an attempt to break free
They're building up slowly, but nonetheless eroding me
And walls are crumbling, the thoughts are tumbling
Their smashing flesh and blood, they're tearing at the sides
According to them, they're speeding up time, everyone dies.

So I have demons in my head playing games in my dreams
Dividing up my fears and loves onto their respective teams
And let the slaughter begin, let the fire engulf us all
I've got an oil tanker of evil spilling into the halls
And a schizophrenic figure smokes a cigarette above all that I know
And I watch ashing after ashing awaiting the glow
Silhouettes of dreams, of nightmares, of friends, of enemies
Spilling out and leaking, conquering every bit of me
I thought the ignorance was bliss, I thought I escaped this all
But when I sleep my head will project it all
So I'm missing out on sleep, I can't seem to eat
I'm wasting away inch by inch, but I won't flinch
In death I'll sleep, and the worms they'll eat
I'll lose it soon, I'm feeling weak.