Within a Dream

I hear their fingers start tapping on the piano keys. I fall asleep to the sound of raindrops and bell chimes. I wish I could stop believing, but I'm cursed to be stubborn until my last breath. I see the world swallow up the sun. I watch them fall through their eyes, and I don't know why I'm staring. I want to move mountains, and I want to paint over all those zig zags in the sky. Sometimes I want to win, sometimes I just want to die. I follow their eyes as the sky bleeds ink tears, the monsters in the shadows--are the ghosts of broken hearts. This taunted mind has chained me to the wall. If I weren't so kind, I'd have lost the brightness that claimed me. If I was free, I'd know what I could control. If I was a lunatic for believing I was well, than is it insane to think I am whole still? If I fell into the traps, wouldn't I look so small? If I was queen of the universe, than it might still have had a soul. I've given up to breaking through this control. If I knew how to beat the system--If I knew how to end the pain, I'd know how to stop fearing this world, that lies deep within a dream. This is what it means to be afraid because others can't accept what wakes up while their asleep.