Dead Dreams

Take a shot with the pistol to the head.

Dreams pour out with idiocracy.

I can't stand this agonizing pain.

I shot myself because of the asomnia.

I want to finally rest in peace.

He stays with me as I count the red sheep.

I opened my eyes to find that I'm asleep.

Only to wake up and see it was a dream.

I cry bitter blood that taste to him sweet.

Therefore I shed my innocence to him with fear.

I loved him here as he should have loved me.

But somewhere I trust him be.

There as I die on the inside and my dreams fall asleep.

I'm empty on the inside as well as the out.

I cannot get rid of this pain that is bursting about.

So I close my eyes so I can sleep.

Because opening them will ruin my dreams.