Crazy dreams wait until dark
and haunt me when I'm
homeless and alone.
I wake up screaming, feeling so low,
as I give in to temptation,
blood like music to my ears,
fading away with all of the stars
as death comes for me by morning light.
Crazy dreams wont haunt me anymore,
after I paint the world with my ashes
from a part of me that I had never seen,
and that no one ever loved.
