Nightmare

With the worldly wise and well worn arrows of the deep And the everlasting beauties of an unawakened sleep The world is slick and rotten through A sickly melody for those that chant, to croon A childless devotion and hurt that never cries The broken and the bleeding, blind in every other's eyes Stabbing daggers to my heart, their words, they drip with ice and with precision to the last, the graven fingers crawl unattached into my soul, into my heart, in through my back I dreamed my teeth were falling apart at the gaps within the sky And the world was darker than ever and I was too small to fly I woke to end the sleepless slumber I grasped at the air that I thought was your chest And remembered that peter pan is only there in the world between reality and dreams and as soon as it’s passed he’s gone.