Wake me

I think I must be sleeping, somebody come and wake me.... This is my life, my goals and my dreams, all balled up in to one big maze that I can’t find an exit to. I'm in a double edge sword fight with a ghostly figure in the dark...

I have answers to questions that don’t exist. Last night I went for a walk and I almost did not come back. It’s just a thought....

She's the dream that hunts my sleep slowly, she's a wolf dressed up in sheep’s clothing… She is the Helen to my Troy. I am a man, but your words and actions make me feel like a little boy, playing with his little toys.

I woke up last mourning reaching out for you, but what I felt was a cold empty space, your space. In the reflection of my son’s eyes I see your face. Put your self in his place.

Your empty words are like precious jewels that have been handed to him, meaningless and this time around the though it’s like Dracula, it doesn’t count.