The Dream

It's one of those nights when I open my eyes with my heart pounding hard in my chest;

I feels empty and horrified --- I just had a nightmare and I liked it so much that I regret to have waken up,

There is a time I think that I have the control;

Yet an the abyss of night when the sleep is healing the souls of the blessed ones;

I'm living my alternate life of dreams - the abyss of nothingness I can accept the truth about myself 

I can express the strongest and realest of my heart's desires

The flames of hate and stomach-butterflies of love in my body are finally 

I'm burning and free flying on clouds --- And I like it

It's then that It's okay to miss the human affection, the embrace of a loving woman, 

and the warm of her from her skin and the smell of her flesh.

Capti per somnium - Art by Zy

Ooh my dreams,...so shameless and bold 

So real in the moment and never becoming true

I always though I dream about domains where I frail

I turns out I dream about domains where I aspire want to do much better 

No I admit that I don't do well on those subjects.

I thought I could live safely and healthy without emotions; now I don't know anymore,

Unfortunately the more deeper I bury them; the heavier and unbearable they become and hit me hard when they get out,

Not only did they feel like scratch that I wanted to relieve of myself,

But they are screaming inside my head to block any other thoughts,

I can feel them crawling in my brain and almost making me mad to the core

I wonder if I'm going crazy

Let's pretend once more, I can keep them in check