Patchworks

<br>I have healed the broken wings of fatten angels<br>and laid the wildest storms to rest<br>I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans<br>All I`ve done to fall asleep<br>A tribute to the dreaming<br>A hymn to the delusions that sometimes<br>realty feels like they`re real<br>In the deepest slumber reality is blended<br>with fantasies and things I have repressed<br>When I awake all the stories remain inside my head<br>Memories forgotten always reappear in the wicked sceneries<br>Characters that once tell into oblivion united with my recent past<br>Tribute to my dreaming<br>Hymn to the delusions that I sometimes realty wish were for-real<br>In the deepest slumber reality is twisted<br>and staggered across the halls of my head<br>When I awake I can remember it still<br>and it is nothing that my senses can kill<br>And I fall through the passage of time<br>Then there`s the nightmares<br>That never seem to leave my mind<br>I can`t escape it<br>They`re even stronger when I close my eyes<br>How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here<br>How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork of fear<br>How to delete<br>How do I stop all the sickened things I see<br>in this spurious diary that wasn`t made by me<br>How to replace my artificial memories