I walked trough a meadow of green
Drank from a clear running stream
Climbed a tree of gnarls and knots
Met a girl with flowing golden locks
Oh, what a day
Than I woke up
“The Dream”
Golden swirls
An abstract land
Thoughts in my head
An apple at hand
Words written backwards
Blood on the floor
I woke up then
Reality never-more
“Nightmare”
Shadow in the corner
A body on the floor
Everyone is staring
Life is here no-more
A knife in front of me
Her blood at my side
I hear her voice calling
“If only she hadn’t lied”
