How tenderly you hold me in your arms,
Figure of nightmares
-Deceivingly warm and soft-
With tendrils of ill feelings
Unable to run until you let go
Can’t wake until you say so
Am I merely an…
Unmoving Captured puppet of your shadows

Let me be the one to say
That I do want to wake today
Being the strong carrying the weak
Yet before I sleep I pray
Not to let my dreamscape stray
And robe me of my voice to speak

It was just a dream, just a dream