Daymares -

Thoughts arise deep in the night

Tomorrow comes, much sooner in sight

Perception streaks your mind in the light of the moon

Dreaming of things you should have known

There’s no hope that I’ll soon be free

From this lingering pain that devours me

No living word will give this a shape

No tune, no picture, not even for my sake

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Passion

Then again the day will shift

Laughter disappears and the night comes swift

Once torture, now there is a habit in place

Why sleep when suffering awaits?

So it goes day by day, no end in sight

Even if time promises, some day it will be alright

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Every day in suppression

Nearly forgotten my

Passion