Bittersweet Dreams

My first song ever written... Quite old, but powerful nonetheless.

The grief and dread just smolders,

Smothering me in a mask.

Where is my beloved heart's holder?

He's deprived me of joy,

Taken away the warmth.

How could you use me like a toy?

Dreams, dreams, sweet

Bittersweet dreams.

They empty your soul,

So quiet they seem.

My grief and pain slowly lifts,

Rising from my shoulders.

My clammy face you gently kiss.

Cold, cold, beads of sweat,

Shaking in your sheets.

Deliberately he wishes,

Those bittersweet dreams.

You admit your love so intent,

Grabbing my waist.

The fire reclaims me to no relent.

Against my neck you reassure,

Telling me it's ok.

But I feel the cracks and fissures.

Rancid, rancid thoughts,

Sickening and deceiving.

Escaping the dream-catcher,

The bittersweet dreams.

Don't wake me from my numbness,

IT CLOAKS MY WOUNDS!

Subconsciously I seek redress!

BITTERSWEET DREAMS!

BITTERSWEET DREAMS!

BITTERSWEET DREAMS!

WATCH OUT FOR THE

BITTERSWEET DREAMS!

So hurt can penetrate sleep.

It seeps through closed eyes and doors.

There's no escape to this bad dream.

Dreams, dreams, those 

Bittersweet dreams.

Can't lock them away,

Can't go back to sleep.

You kissed my forehead and cheek,

Said your good-byes.

Wished me luck, and dreams bittersweet.

Red, red, raging scratch.

Maiming your low esteem.

In his ruthlessness he inflicts,

My bittersweet dreams.