Don't want to fall asleep at night,

'cause I am far too scared to dream.

Sometimes feeling I just might

lose it all and start to scream.

Don't get me wrong, it isn't that

of bad dreams I am so afraid.

The morning comes, and with it they

will stop, and slowly fade away.

It's the good ones that cause pain,

illusions of perfect life.

In the end they all remain

pretty tricks of starry night.

Showing pictures how events

could have happened, but did not.

Leaving nothing but regrets,

killing me right on the spot.

They are nothing but a torment,

so don't ever say "Sweet dreams".

I just wish that, from this moment

I only dream of horrid things.

The End

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