When dreams become a burden
And passion becomes a curse,
The kiss of an angel is less desired
Than the many arrows of the devil.
What do you do when dreams become a nightmare,
And the very thing that peirce your soul?
What do you do when your demons are no where to be found,
Because even they are afraid of your dream?
I have no more wars to fight,
And no more battles to wage,
Not a thing to hang on to,
And not a day to look forward to,
For even my demons do abscond,
And I am left with nothing to contend with.
I am imprisoned by my dreams,
And tormented by my lack of relief,
I fear not for my now but for my tomorrow,
For all I have are these white nightmares.