Unplanned, unexplainable dreaming while constantly awake
And scheming. To take over all that was
And that will be.
For if I could run to earth and my delusions parry,
Then I know I would not tarry
In this position unfree.
Oh hateful, hated, spiteful dream,
Go back to the wicked heart which spawned you.
Let me live in happiness and silence
Where I have not to wish unborn you.
What I would want, all for which I can gain
To power then I give victim again
Myself. Why does chaos choose my mind
To play her wicked games of hide