A nightmare I once had
Painted pictures of the living and the dead.
It showed me mutilated faces
And distant places.
The world I had known for so long was now burning
Was now gone.
In this nightmare my dead father stood in a graveyard and promised a return.
He told me to stay from my mind's tempting words.
He told me to stray from seclusion, and enter the light.
I couldn't though.
It's hard to explain.
But, in this nightmare, I found it wasn't a dream.
He told me to stay straight, and walk on the path.
He told me to bathe in the light, and forget my past.
It's easier said than done,
And in this nightmare I could only run.
The sun commited suicide,
And the graveyard grew the dead.
I didn't find it familiar, or even real.
I pinched my skin just to feel the feel.
My body grew awareness, and the ground began to shake.
Corpses walked,
The gravestones crumbled,
And my heart began to break.
He stood there, full and alive.
He walked toward me with glowing eyes.
"I'll never leave you son, I'll never die."
I opened up my arms hesitantly, and began to cry.
The breeze blew lightly, and the graveyard grew green.
The flames subsided, and the trees turned to me.
I swung my head toward him, and smiled wide.
He reached for me.
He was alive!
But, then I awoke to a dark room.
The TV glowed, and music played lightly.
A nightmare I once had, fed me disease.
It fed me death,
And reality.
