We wish before our eyes,
For what we want and what we might.
Gazing upon the bright star,
Which now emits its dead light.
We all dream, some dream to become happy,
And some dream to escape reality.
But nobody told them that the dreams they see,
Could also be the nightmares and not the fantasy.
They say that you see what you want to,
But I never wanted my screams to echo through.
The dreams are now turning into,
The nightmares which are true.
Darker and darker they get,
Dream is not the word that defines them best.
Slowly they start to unveil themselves,
Crooked nightmares hidden in the nest.
This is such a scar,
That stays and embraces the painful.
Cutting deep into its heart,
Breaking everything around, that was beautiful.