This morning I woke up and was afraid to open my eyes.
I didn't want the world to see the past hidden in my lies.
The life I've buried so deep, it aches somewhere inside.
And I no longer know what it is to feel anything alive.
My sorrows run deep and my heart pounds in pain,
my soul burns in fires of despair, lost in the land of the sane.
I do not know which dreams to hold, to cherish in the end.
I know only of this hurt, the fears, the nightmares the past did lend.
I close my eyes once more, this dream coming to a close.
And I find that waking up, I face the dread that I have chose.
My heart bleeds in your chaos, I breathe in your tears.
I drink up your vitality, and eat away at your years.
You choose my soul, not knowing the hatred I bring.
And I no longer know of the darkness I think into being.
I see only the dreams we shared, the future in ruins ahead,
the past wasted away, the moments already dead.
This is the nightmare I dreamt as a child,
the flowers of passion no longer free and wild.
You are the mundane life I held on this earth,
you are the spirit I sought for my own worth.
Your dreams are the envy of the soul I once had,
and your sweet memories are my life gone bad.
This is the graveyard of my freedom's bliss.
This is the sweetness of death's pure kiss.
This is the sorrow of my solomn heart's miss
as I enter the realm of ethereal nothingness.