Dream Dementia
• Written by Anonymous
Once a day of work is over
Can go home fine and sober
Roads slick like ice
Through the valley is quiet as mice
All showered up time for bed
And dream the voices in my head
Why so angry all the time? Are you depressed?
And to call this rest
Maybe you should kill yourself end your pain
God these voices really drain my brain
Whats wrong? Are you weak?
Yes I am actually
Physically, mentally, and emotionally
Awe pity I always knew you were a failure
This is my torture
Uh oh time to wake up for another day of work
Its every dream these voices lurk
Morning is here time to do it all over again
The sad part is the Dream Dementia just began
On my way to work and what do you know
I skid off the road
I crashed but wait I woke up I'm in my bed
What the hell just happened I said
Turns out Dream Dementia is in my head
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