Dreamed of Sickness

Fighting the dark that holds me

Like Jesus hanging on his cross of pain

I am hanging in the sky

My cross

I am feeling

Feeling the world I hate so much

Take full control of me

Something in my stomach consumes me

A sick feeling

That feeling when I cry or think to much

Emptiness because of the thoughts of rage

 The color of green vomit fills the air

I am all alone

Alone again to fight myself

Because I know no one can save me from myself

I crumble in the dream

Now reality

Has finally consumed my dreams

Once my dark escape

Although I always found some hell in my dreams

Why do we dream?

Why do I feel the way I do?

How is this all just the sickness of the mind