Nightmares

Twisted dreams and pictures that remain haunting me,
Restoring the pain, I can't see the face that is taunting me.
but I hear her calling me, to her side, to be free.
I can't follow, just beyond me it's her voice that I abide,
She's so close yet so for away always calling me to her side.
Who she is, her identity I may never know, I lied, I fail when I tried.
My thoughts flow endlessly and seem to disagree,
as they flow into me, can it be? My mind's my worst enemy.
I cannot close my eyes without the tries to realize the lies of flies.
I'm running through the halls, I'm appalled as the precipitation of mutilation is seeping through the walls.
The corridor separates then dissipates, blood pours in and undulates, gushing into desecrate and correlate.
The blood fills my lungs as I swim to the sun and hum if I bite my tongue.
I reach the surface and move fast to my new path, to the past I blast.
A girl stares in my nightmares, I dare to compare the nightgown she wears, to the bears and the layers that I don't care they tear.
I just keep running but I can't reach her with the push of a button she's gone.
A demon yells as my head swells," The bell wells fall into hell."
I'm fighting for life, in the blight for the light my might ain't sight when I hide my insight.
My hands burst and the verse for my hearse can converse that the worst curse has coerced.
I drink oil and think the fresh soil that toils make my blood boil in tin foil.
Her face still hidden from the rays of my vision, her precision of decision is a hidden intermission.
She cries out with a muffle shout, and ends drought her tears, a new route sprouts.
Electric men shock me, and block my path with rocks, the black pen locks the dead men clock Iraq.
The darkness creeps in from the door submerged in blood. Evil beeps sin and hides my hidden love.
As I awake covered in sweat I threat yet, I might forget my fret I bet.
I step into the world my head aches, my hairs curled, it unfurled the dream swirled, my dream girl,
just beyond my memory of my lifeless love story, that night after night has taken flight, and this endless fight to get it right ,and end this riot in my mind at night.
I sit up and get up ,this shit sucks as I pay by living another day, and the girl she stays away and at bay until at night she plays in places her own way by tormenting my thoughts, and the things they brought, an onslaught she should naught of fought ,for me she kills for thrills and chills.
Nightmares are haunting me,
Like black ships on the sea.
Invading innocent ecstasy of dreams it seems