Something

As I close my eyes, I visualize 

All of my fantasies closed behind lies

Which are made from sugar,

But taste bitter-sweet;

Which are cropped from nightmares

And hurt me soo deep.

Wanting to fly, I still don't know why

In my head there's a mess that I cannot hide.

Wanting everything, receiving nothing,

Giving anything, not showing something.

Creating a dream out of my reach,

A bad play that seems without any speech.

A gruesome fantasy, pushed soo deep

Into my being, my secret to keep.

A nauseous emotion crawling inside,

Bringing the screams, my thoughts, they colide

Creating a paiting with purple, cold shades

Forcing me to give into immoral charades.

Inspiring me to do better

Then cutting my wings;

Giving me a good taste,

Then tearing my dreams.