Nightmare

Drift away upon a tear

To razor lands of hate and fear

 

Far away in a land that never existed

Of hills high walls and dead ravines

And streets that are paved with dark

Of rusted swings and broken play things

Running rivers through burned bridges

A malevolance pouring through

Up countless stairs of the highest spire

From it a ball falls as a child screams

A knife running through him and his brother

A confrontation of the mind

Neural blade is cutting between

So as one falls the other crawls

Back to the streets leaking life

In reality he would be saved

But the darkness is warped and so depraved

A group of dreamers like a blackened collection

In a white room full of broken instruments

A single monochrome screen

Upon this screen a single dream

Full of wires and blood

The torture is to watch yourself die

And wait for mirrored shade in reality

As the reaper watches on laughing