• The day doesn't exist anymore, just dreams,
    unreal fantasies, hopes, desires....
    The Nite I dread each day, for I live
    the fears in which I pray would never come
    to be.
    My mind wanders during the day.
    I think of outlandish fairytales, simple dreams,
    futile hopes...
    I just try to imagine a better world, well at least
    better than My world. I try
    to picture all the pain to disappear, to vanish
    from my heart.
    I pray that the scars would heal, the lost loves to have
    never existed, for all those I have hurt to just
    to have never met me.
    But in the back of my mind I know that all the
    suffering, all the pain, all the loves, it all happened.
    They say it doesn't hurt to dream,
    but it does....
    Regrettably, Day turns to Nite, the dreams
    turn to Nitemares, and all that I know turbs ti
    Hell itself.
    As I close my eyes, I see all the pain flash
    before my eyes.
    I watch the tears stream from their faces,
    the agony overwhelm their minds, their personalities....
    And then I think, and I realize,
    it was all my fault.
    It was all my doing, I caused the pain,
    I caused each tragedy, I've killed many
    hearts, along with mine....
    But as each day passes,and as each
    Nite leaves me shivering, all I can
    say is at least I get to imagine the pain
    all gone away.....though that hurts
    all by itself....