Filling my tank

Encircled by my-self
I see the room in a different view
Hanging over in a transparent form
I'm sucked back into me
This one is not about anything but realizing
That we're not stuck in form
I loose it again and start to climb
It seams like hours have passed
But only minutes
Sitting by the one I trust the most in these times
I learn how it feels to die
At first I am in terror
Until I see them carry me off
Once again I hang over the room like a ghost not seen
The skulls fly and they laugh at me
Not in a derogatory since
But almost soothing
I am in complete comfort in this dark room
I am truly dead
Awakening to realize that, that comfort was not real
Until the day truly comes
I ask the trusted in statement "I have died?"
He simply replies "not today"
Wishing I new more than what was shown
I have to hold onto myself
For the sake of not going crazy
Its almost horrible because the great feeling
Has become too close to murder
"Please tell me its ok," I asked twice
And she replied, " I am there too"
I see my tank start to dissipate
And wither away
And I know that it is almost time to be done
I hate the one that is supposed to be loved
She is making me push her away
Because she is somewhere else she cannot understand
I realize that I enjoy knowing the truth so much
But the truth is still a blur
Many more times
I must know
Withering away is my half empty tank
When it is out I am done
I will indeed die
Not my body it will go on
But the ability to realize the truth will go
It's easily seen
But hard to understand
Now that I realize that death is just an adventure
I am considered crazy
That's ok with me
All of this fear, and I truly mean fear
Has turned into a lesson about life
We know nothing
And lots of people are comfortable with this
But they are ignorant
And that I try not to be
It may be a drug to you
But it has almost become my religion
Now my tank is empty and I am dead
I am not happy with this death
I want to know more of the truth
And the only way to do this
Is to refill my tank

Dead Dreamer
© 2002 Dead Dreamer (All rights reserved)

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I am evil
And reality is a BRoken Bone
cant stop the time
simply to not be alone

Im sitting in a dark room
it is hunting season soon
can you see the deadgirl?
maggots in the tomb

let Life BLEED i say
let it all go
follow the white rabbit
down that dark dark hole

IF she was dying would you stop and help her
lie TO ME NO MORE!!
you would let her fucking lay and suffer
i would, that dirty whore

its gonna happen
i wanna see that building explode
i wanna see a tunnel
where we can all hang low

is it scary
i dont know
will i conform
NO

I wanna watch someone kill you
i should write that down!
stab the hot spot
and fear that black nothing hat i love so much

Dead Dreamer
© 2002 Dead Dreamer (All rights reserved)

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Tides flow like no other
the sky is grey
i feel a warm breze
just another day

lost in my field
i loose controll
i hear drums
and i fall

somebody keep that child from crying
i cant stop her
if i am eaten
let my bones grow old

can you see the walls
you know not
still you follow the sky
your lost in the sky....

fields of black paint
splatter onto the floor
i droped myself
and i can't touch the ground

dont look at me paralized
include me in your world
like two dark creatures
i want your dying love

stop the sound
of the dead
let that old man be
cause that old man is me
in time

Dead Dreamer
© 2002 Dead Dreamer (All rights reserved)
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