Dreams are the best.
Nightmares are the worst.
So why do I dream of me,
Laying in a hearse?
I get comfort from my nightmares.
“Nothing can be worst”.

Is death my dream?
Is that what I seek?
I’m not suicidal.
So why do I see what I see?
Been dealt pain in the world,
So I bleed in my dreams.
Used to aspire to be something,
I don’t even wanna be me.
Rather live in my nightmares.
It’s resembles reality.
Awake or asleep,
I still...