Nightmare Me

Yes I am a dreary cold

that will benumb your very soul

Yes I am the hail-storm

that will leave your soul so sore

so helpless and disabled

But like every bad thing that ends;

When the spring comes

and the last traces of snow disappears

I will wither away.

Yes I am the volcano

That will eat you up whole

Yes I am the tornado

That will drag you down the pole

Beneath he ice and freeze you there.

But like every nightmare that goes;

When you open your eyes

and the first rays of sun penetrates

I will disappear.

Someday you’ll be granted your wish

See for yourself how I’ll vanish.

I'm fine and I can

That’s what I ought to be?

A puppet? Yeah may be

to this sanctioned pain

and mind turning ultimately insane.

Turns me on these whistles of dreams

in the misty haze

and tears run down overhill

and over the plains in daze.

Reaching out was the hand I saw

though dipped in blood,

helping me to walk sometimes

And also dragging me to insult.

Sympathy? I don’t crave for it

I’ve had it enough.

I want just a little backing

And may be a bit of love.

Waiting for a knight? No I am not

Just waiting to be free.

Reality might break me down sometimes

but I have my own friend you see.

I feel at home in fantasy

I feel at home in fantasy

So let me live in ecstasy

I feel at home in fantasy.