Master of Dreams

Master of Dreams
By My Decadent

Once this heart was a heart of a million dreams,
Now it's lost in this world where nothing is what it seems;
And in this heart the truth has broken into shards of lies
And this face has veiled itself with this mask that you despise.

Once I dreamt in colour of happiness and poise,
Now I drown in nightmares of this afflicting noise;
And those dreams meant something, had a purpose,
But now they are resentful, making me feel hopeless.

Once my nightmares could easily be kept at bay,
Now I'm vulnerable and frail, buried by the things you say;
And those nightmares could not scare me, break me down,
But now your words haunt me and even in my sleep I frown.

Once this heart was a master of dreams and hope
Now it's buried in the words with which I cannot cope;
And this heart now breeds nightmares and fears
And keeps me jaded throughout the passing of years.