These illusions in my dreams are really full of confusion...
Un-Provin delusions of un-amusin images now un-loosened...
No time to re-joice, and sleep doesn’t seem to be a choice...
Too afraid to hear that voice that seems to never be destroyed...
Boredemness I avoid, but no matter what i’d loose and fall asleep...
In my dreams I’d fall too deep, I cant escape cuz im all too weak...
A never ending whisper, screams with children slowly crawling close....
Blood exposed, sliding out her eyes and nose with no surviving hope...
My legs restricted, not even my small fingers are able to be lifted..
My eyes not allowed to be shut, My life, not allowed to just live it....
I’d think at times the only way for it to disapear is to do suicide...
But every night its crystal clear that there’s no use to undo my life..
So i’ll just have to live with the sufferin and the horrible dreams...
N have people think I lived a happy life, wen that ain’t wut it seems...