When I wake up from my dreams
when I wake from an absent reality
I desire, nothing more, than to break the hands of time.

To bring me back, when my life was cold
when pain would cease, to tear me apart
made the mistake, of wanting to feel
something that was long forgotten.

Only to learn that it would bring
underlying fears of suffering
calloused past, what has [bad word] of me
my thoughts and dreams haunt my memory.

LIAR

Something that, should have been
but was torn out right from under me.
Human rights, how can I live
Why must I face this pain and agony?

As the sands of [bad word] down,
can I pick myself up off-the-ground
can I keep my head above the tide
will I die if I’m left DROWNING.