In Dreams

I loved nothing; hated all.
But I must be talking to a wall.
I'm okay; it's okay...
Because In Dreams, we cry anyway.
And once I wake to a brand new day -
After the moon kisses away decay -
I realize, that my eyes despise your little disguise.
So why the Hell should I even try?
Why bleed this heart dry?

I loved nothing; hated all.
But I must be talking to a wall.
I'm okay; it's okay...
Because In Dreams, we die anyway.
Still, I wake to pouring rain -
After the moon relieves the pain -
And I fight again to be the same as those who curse my name.
But it's all in vain...
Because no such thing ever occurs;
Nothing ever makes sense - It's all a blur.

I get so goddamn tense - I've no emotions left to dispense.
This machine was sold out.

I loved nothing; hated all.
But I must be talking to a wall.
It's not okay; not okay...
Because In Dreams, we wait anyway.
It gets cold waiting, but it's all I can do.
That's when I turn around to a smile that stops time itself -
But it vanishes so suddenly.
And only then, I wish to sleep -
The thought alone makes it hard to breathe.
But once I wake to rays of light -
Once the stars fade into the night -
I noticed something approaching;
I heard the eternal whisper in the distance;
Holding hands with persistence -
I could not resist her.

The closer she got, the better;
I knew I would want her Forever …
If only I wasn't severed.
If only I would reach out.

She wouldn't tell us -
This made the moon jealous.

I loved nothing; hated all.
But I must be talking to a wall.
It's not okay; not okay...
Because In Dreams, we scream anyway.
I'm sick - I'm being torn apart;
Was the wall not built around the buried heart?
How did her whisper get through?
They told me time would fix me -
But even clockwork is unreliable -
The Watchmaker's Theory is unreliable.
I then woke to a solar eclipse -
The moon no longer shared her lips -
I finally stopped crawling away;
Dragging my bones in cowardice -
Not knowing what to make of this;
These eyes were used to emptiness.
When I surfaced from the Abyss, I began to suffocate.
I may have died – But I somehow managed to resuscitate;
Once I gathered myself, I took a good look back down and asked if this was real.

Then it hit me.

I loved one; hated none.
Brick by brick, the wall was gone.
I waited for so long -
For the whisper to turn into a song.
Music to my ears -
Handkerchief to my tears.
Everything else just disappears;
Everything else fades;
Don't broken hearts hate to trip over their Band-Aids?
I'm so glad that won't be the case.
The first and the last -
The one to shatter the past;
Even though memories aren't made of glass.
But I'm okay; it's okay...
In Dreams, reality is just one kick away.

And once I wake to a brand new day -
After love finally found a place to stay -
It's more than just "okay" -
I can finally say:

It's perfect.