The Dream

I keep finding so many old things I forgot about.

resenting reality, this dream of death
the end of sanity, the end of life
slow death soon consumes

what bravery be needed this day
to stand up in the face of this misery
when does the light shine upon my stage
when does the darkness part for me

eternal winter entered my soul
leaving me to hollow existence
buried alive inside my own body
felling the weight of my last breath

how so the lines of life fade
dragged into the black eternal sea
shrouded in grief for the times of fate
sell out the soul enter the mind
we need you now, in our darkest hour

fight for the dreams of infinite standing
left us to drown in agony
we hold onto the past
like the little girl with the ragged doll
blind to see the future
the end of all

run my body over jagged shards of glass
so I may feel anything at all
hand my soul into the flame
bloody and restless

we've come too far to break now
ragged with the years of sorrow
housing the veins of nothing
as the temple burns

fall into my dreams, meet my disease
clear your mind of what you think of us
we've come too far to break now
but what left is there
buried away in faded day
haunted and broken wounded and denied
behold my dream, behold my reality