Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams
Night is the time when I can't close my eyes.
From deep inside unhinged thoughts starts to rise.
Memories from departed startle up my brain.
Once again rage of sadness drives across my vein.
Hallucinating scenarios which probably never take place.
I see Wicked white flowers in a dark black vase.
No longer I can withstand the burden on my
Oculus.
Perhaps a visit to my fantasies would be miraculous.