The Dream Seller

I'll sell you some dreams

Of things that can never be real

So at least it seems

Like you're no longer numb, as if you can feel



I purchased myself a nightmare

That posed as harmless perfection

In order to escape a world so unfair

And to try not to see straight through my dying reflection



But the relief didn't last for long

My mind started spinning

I couldn't choose between right and wrong

I fed the demons, the evil was winning



I felt lost and all alone

I unlocked the door before I found the key

But by self-discipline my resistance had grown

Perhaps I could finally be set free.