sometimes the line between reality and fantasy becomes vague
Walking on the streets
seeing but clouds and mist
disfigured bodies on a pile
eyes staring... cold and dead
are they just in my head?
they are looking at me
greedy, stretching their arms towards me
eager to steal the life that runs through my veins
mumbling, tumbling and crawling... in my direction
or... is it just in my head?
coming in hordes
unstoppable force
the dead
looking for life
trying to run
legs frozen solid
swarmed by rotten corpses
nauseous by the stench of dead
can this be for real?
sick of this horrible nightmares
trying to wake up
strangled by cold hands
suddenly breathing real air
does this mean it was a dream?
slowly opening my eyes
looking at the ceiling
of my own safe bedroom
in my own safe house
drifting back to the horror
trying to keep my eyes opened
or where they opened all along?
back at the pile
bodies still crawling
coming closer every night
dissapearing every day
which is the real world?
safe...
or horror...
light...
or darkness...
life...
or death?
I can't tell the difference, can you?
