Cursed be this place i live,
So desolate and deranged.
Where my anger and the pain inside,
Floats in and out of dreams.
Dreams of anger, dreams of hate,
Dreams of pain and some of fate.
If you were me what would you do?
I'd like to know, what is your view.
I can not make you think like me,
By hanging here from this tree.
With daggers flying of what may be,
I do not choose this life you see.
I cannot stay nor change all this,
So I have no choice but to choose this.
I choose to take the dreams i bear,
And leave them for all of you to share,
So you may see what it is like,
To bleed inside your dreams at night.
This is where i leave you now,
With the why and with the how.
I am but a faint memory,
Locked up inside your dreams,
But if you should wake in the night,
You'll see my ghost leave out of sight.
So shall you know
And there I'll be
For no one here again I'll see
I cross the mountains so far away
To my new home the spirit plain.
