Paper Cut Eyes

Dreaming

Dreaming

I wish I could go back to sleepless nights,

cause I'm tired of dreaming.

No matter how hard I fight,

I never get some rest.

Pulled from this waking world,

to walk the shores of fear and dreams.

Everything in here seems a bit blurred,

as around every corner my inner self gleams.

All my personal horrors come to life,

all through this sleep filled, restless night.

This nonexistent matter can't be cut with any knife,

won't anyone save me, hear my plight.

I'm not safe in my mind,

I will never be.

In my world the demons are all out to get me.