Why Am I So Afraid To Sleep
why is this happening what is it all for
my nightmarish dreams of apocolytic war
waking up at nights in cold sweat wanting to scream
comforted by the fact that it's just another bad dream
i use to think that this was some kind of faze
that all my dreams were of my death or the end of days
I've dreamed of being locked up for the rest of my life
I've dreamed of me dying by the blade of someone's knife
I've dreamed of the world being destroyed by one big boom
cause by all the evil mankind has consumed
I've dreamed of just lying there buried inside that box
watching my soul slip away while my body rots
I've dreamed of the time i just watch the world burn
i think in that same dream i seen the lord return
I've dreamed of constantly running thinking i almost made it
and turning around and being decapitated
i don't know what's worst i must admit
seeing me destroyed
or the whole world demolished
although i pray that none do come to life
there must be a reason for all my strife
Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2012
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