I escaped my dreams just to 

run right back to reality.

My soul fell right back into 

my unconscious body,

I took a sip of amnesia

rubbing my sleepless eyes.

 

As I lay there, trying my best 

to remember, the pain of grief 

and emptiness rush into my veins

sending pithy down my prideless

cheeks. Only if I could escape 

reality too.

 

I can't explain the twinkling feelings 

between remembering the lost 

memory and the one I actually murder because 

of the mistiness in my soul.