These dreams they are always attacking me

If only I had the blast of the past

I keep on hearing words of blasphemy

The memory I have will never last

All of these things are bottled up inside

A personal depiction is at rest

If you want to come along for the ride

Don’t runaway it’s a horrific test

Scenes in my head keep on shifting away

My fears that I wish would leave me alone

I go through practically everyday

They hover over me like a small drone

People think of this as a peaceful state

Sometimes I love it but sometimes I hate