Epilepsy

Where we stand today
is never where we dreamed to be..
not psychotic, but insane;
our past falls down on the count of three.
our hands are covered in blood,
shed from the trust we failed to keep
one by one the good dreams fade,
and in the nightmares creep.
but still.
i open my eyes not truly seeing
what a beauty you've become,
and the monster in me.
maybe i wasn't always blind,
i just couldn't always see.
and then a new seed falls,
a new hope is installed.
yet again the good dreams fade,
i pray my soul to keep..
i close my eyes real tight,
but in the nightmares creep.
where do we stand today?
our little seed grows,
and our new little sprout of love is devoured
by four little black crows.
i guess you would think that this is the end,
but if you destroy this little seed
i'll just plant it again.
you are my heart, and together
it's where we grow.
the only love in my life,
i ever hope to know.
i pray my soul to keep,
close your eyes love,
and lay your nightmares to sleep.