Infected Dreams

Infect it, my darling
The dreamer won't care
She's busy catching lies
With butterfly nets
All covered in holes
While wishing she could fly

Infect it, my darling
She's far past insane
Too manic to respond
And nothing will show
Out side of her mind
Just how she has been wronged

Infect it, my darling
Curl those thoughts of hope
In lazy, war stuck dreams
Where pictures run
Straight through the maze
And no one hears you scream.