Nightmares of Real Life

This like life place
Haunts my dreams
But its in the real world
Where nothing is as it seems

I keep trying to escape
From this living place
But when I run
I fall flat on my face

Back to the ghosts
With arms so red
Just telling me stories
Of how I've bled

Its not the reality
Which makes me fear
Its simply the fact
That its always near

I can't hide my face
Under the covers
Because its just gets torn
And ripped by others

I've got to face the foe
And live my life
But it doesn't help
When I'm running with a knife

I'd rather my nightmares
Were about the real world
Because then in my dreams
I'd be pleasantly curled