Paranoia of Nightmares

My eyes are like roses, my hands on caffeine
My mind running faster and faster it seems.
I see the sun rise, when all starts to wake
But all I can feel is my head start to ache

See better in darkness, think better in dreams
I contemplate nightmares, but fear what they mean
I wake up at sunset, eat breakfast at three
When no one is awake, no one but me.

Despite I fear nightmares, how awful and horrid
Too good to be true or come out bluntly morbid
To have something great, and it starts all in bliss
As the nightmare progresses, it will show what I miss.

Whether forgotten, or got lost ‘cause they died
I’m alone with myself, with not even pride.
If I don’t try too hard, or I don’t act too strong
My emotions will beat me and tell me I’m wrong.

My paranoia is love to be lost ‘cause of me
Lost alive, lost dead or lost to be free
Either way I’m forgotten and left on my own
Either morning to paper or words on a stone.

If forgotten, I’m writing with the new found emotion
Of desperation and suffering from broken devotion
If lost by a death of untimely proportion
Likely in nightmares, no sense of distortion.

I’ll sit by the stone in depressed contemplation
For my time to come, but I’ll resist the temptation
For my anger and rage will be too heavy to carry
I’ll be sent to Hell and be beaten with furry.

But then I awake to find I was dreaming
Paralysed, confused and scared of its meaning
So I refuse to start sleeping, won’t close my eyes shut
But it’s so hard to ignore that feeling in my gut

Well, just for a minute, I’ll let my eyes rest
I’ll sit here in listen to the heart in my chest
If I pray to myself not to have a bad vision
Without losing love or seeing corpses with incisions.