The Dream I Had
The Dream I Had
The dream I had was of deep despair, of a gruesome lad who collected hair around him, around him. He's twisted minds and he's tortured thoughts, but he won’t get mine unless I'm caught around him, around him. It's a dream I'm sleeping through, it'll never, never, never come true, never, never, never come true. My body's still but my mind's awake, so I climb a hill just to see a lake, around me, around me. I'm left alone in a deep dark mist. I turn for home but the bed sheets twist around me, around me. This night time race has left Its mark. A frightening chase through shadows dark behind me, behind me. I carefully tread on the forest floor, when I turn my head he comes no more behind me, behind me.