Phantasmagoria…

Shadow's of greatness and a fairytale nightmare,

Tick, tock, but a broken clock; lays my dream’s bare,

Haunted by moving silhouettes, through the forest a distant wolf slept,

For the sheets covered my body, paralysed stillness as a ghostly boy wept.

Upon what serves me oxygen, I'm in hysteria,

Sleepless, speechless, in phantasmagoria!

Breathless, fearless, a utopian euphoria?

Magical imagery, living in phantasmagoria!

Hovering spirits, drunk with the living, but yet a prisoner to the dead,

The moon, distilled in the eye, inviting the night, as I rest my head,

Pulsing heartbeat, silkened across the neck, beat by beat, tasting so sweet,

An appetite to wish upon a star, yet I bruise into the night as I speak.

Upon what serves me oxygen, I'm in hysteria,

Sleepless, speechless, in phantasmagoria!

Breathless, fearless, a utopian euphoria?

Magical imagery, living in phantasmagoria!

I've been lost,

Lost in the fountain of dreams,

I've been found,

Found in the darkness of sleep,

I've searched,

Searched for answers as I breathe,

I have woke,

Woke to a world that doesn't believe!

I've slept,

Slept in a place where the hours will steal.

Eye's bloodshot, desperate to see a tireless sun above me,

There's a world inside my head, I still hear the wolf's feet,

Through the Lords of my lungs I wonder, breathing, tasting life with every leaf,

Tick, tock, but a broken clock; yet somehow with every minute I sleep, I'll heal...

Upon what serves me oxygen, I'm in hysteria,

Sleepless, speechless, in phantasmagoria!

Breathless, fearless, a utopian euphoria?

Magical imagery, living in phantasmagoria!