My NightMare

A single man with a single dream
a taken drug with simple means
one hell of a night, on crazy morning
a death of a friend the death of his memory

the life of a soul the life of us all
the truth is so pure, with no vaccine or cure
with his reality in the distance, he felt no resistance
falling deeper and deeper in to an immortal coexistence

because life is like love, it lives on like a dove, so beautiful and wonder full, till death from above