The Dream Seller

I wrote it at a bad time in my life...

I'll sell you some dreams

Of things that can never be real

So at least it seems

Like you're no longer numb, as if you can feel



I purchased myself a nightmare

That posed as harmless perfection

In order to escape a world so unfair

And to try not to see straight through my dying reflection



But the relief didn't last for long

My mind started spinning

I couldn't choose between right and wrong

I fed the demons, the evil was winning



I felt lost and all alone

I unlocked the door before I found the key

But by self-discipline my resistance had grown

Perhaps I could finally be set free.