hangs from the tip of my fingers
I wipe them off on tissue paper
I forget about the small fragments
of my dreams that I left on the table
a little tear that fell like the blood...
The night is silent
and black on my window
Only the lamp light brakes
the greyness around me
The upside down words
in the open book
wants me to understand
were the whole point
of it all lies...
you know;
One word can say it all
but the light hurts my eye tonight
and I'm tired...
Small little red spots
on the book sheets
turn brown by the seconds
An untouchable wind turn the pages;
the ghost hands of my fear
wants me to read...
Why are the pain
from these small paper cuts
so terrible?
why do I care
when I feel so lost?...
I sit quietly and listen
to the silence that drifts
trough the night hours...
When the sky turns lighter
and a bird sings it's song
in the dark dawn
I feel;
I have no good dreams
no real ones to love and explore
I'm always hurted in my sleep
and I wish for bad things
to make it all end
I've been hunted
killed and felt wide awake
in my nightmares
Oh, so many times...
In the shade of morning light I find;
It's not the dreams of night I fear
It's the day of hope and spring
the blooming childishness
that wants to live with the sun
It's a fear of growing old
with the experience...
As the day goes by
I wish to die
in a dreamless sleep...
I lie like the vampire
my heart as pale as the skin
there It beats slower
and my mother comes in
now and then
to find a calm breath
but sometimes I toss and turn
and feel her warm hand
on my chin
Oh, how I want to dream
I dont want to dream
Oh, how I want to live
I dont want to live...