Have you ever Awkened in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare?
Sometimes, Afraid to go back to sleep because what you witnessed in your dreams just felt so real.
That happens to me all the time. I lie awake and stare at the shadows on my wall, I tell myself that there are worse things than monsters and goblins in my bedroom. There truthfully are.
I'ts weird, Thinking that someone could have such wild dreams.
Don't they ever just seem so strange? So out of control. It's like watching a movie in your head as you sleep yet seeing it all so clearly as if your awake.
Movies, well some can be happy, they could be a comedy. Others A horror show. The curtain won't close until your eyes find your mind and you arise slowly, You realize it was fake, Nothing is real.
A Dream Is A Dream, Nothing More, Nothing Less.
Yet We Always Allow Them To Go To Our Heads.
My Mind
Re-Create My Mind
If I would let you, would you re-create my mind?
It sounds like a strange question, I know.
I sometimes feel like my life is a story, One that hasn't been finished.
Every day is a new page, Every page filled with new things, Things yet to be discovered.
Keeps you up at night thinking of what the next page will be about, what is yet to happen.
The pen bleeding into the paper, Soaking it in.
Describing all that was left unknown, Now there for everyone to see.
Each chapter, Another year of my life.
This is a story that could never be read.
The public eye, It may never see.
So would you re-create my mind, maybe give this sad story a Happy Ending.
It sounds like a strange question, I know.
I sometimes feel like my life is a story, One that hasn't been finished.
Every day is a new page, Every page filled with new things, Things yet to be discovered.
Keeps you up at night thinking of what the next page will be about, what is yet to happen.
The pen bleeding into the paper, Soaking it in.
Describing all that was left unknown, Now there for everyone to see.
Each chapter, Another year of my life.
This is a story that could never be read.
The public eye, It may never see.
So would you re-create my mind, maybe give this sad story a Happy Ending.
Decieved Faith
Heaven Is real to you, But to me it's all a lie.
They say that you have to follow all theese rules, that if you don't hell is where you go when you die.
Well, I have no faith, I don't believe in playing games.
If god were real and this is what he made me believe, then why would he punish me?
I can't go to hell for what he has put into my head, In that case,
hell is where we would all end up when were dead.
Yet somehow I still believe, This is what he would want.
I have not always been perfect, I have a sloppy mouth and a history of things that I wish could be erased, Like all my mistakes were written in magic marker. Life isn't that simple though now is it. I deserve some of the things that come my way, I won't deny that fact. Maybe It's Karma hitting me, Knocking me off my balance so I stumble to my knees.
Faith, religion, what ever it is that you believe in, Have faith, But just remember what exactly your beliveing in..It might decieve you.
They say that you have to follow all theese rules, that if you don't hell is where you go when you die.
Well, I have no faith, I don't believe in playing games.
If god were real and this is what he made me believe, then why would he punish me?
I can't go to hell for what he has put into my head, In that case,
hell is where we would all end up when were dead.
Yet somehow I still believe, This is what he would want.
I have not always been perfect, I have a sloppy mouth and a history of things that I wish could be erased, Like all my mistakes were written in magic marker. Life isn't that simple though now is it. I deserve some of the things that come my way, I won't deny that fact. Maybe It's Karma hitting me, Knocking me off my balance so I stumble to my knees.
Faith, religion, what ever it is that you believe in, Have faith, But just remember what exactly your beliveing in..It might decieve you.
Sometimes
I think before I speak, Then other times.. Well, it all just seems to overflow, just rushes past my lips, the words that I tried to hard to swallow back down , the words that escaped so violently. They push past my closed mouth clawing at my jaws to open wide..The words I let hang on my tongue will always find a way to slowly pry themselves out of me, They just don't understand.
Secrets are meant to be silent, Yet they always manage a way out.
Those sneaky little things.
Secrets are meant to be silent, Yet they always manage a way out.
Those sneaky little things.
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