I thought that dreams were supposed to be beautiful,
A subconscious image of what you're really feeling inside.
An image of what you want to find and the truth that is inside.
My dreams do not seem to be like that,
When I wake they barely seem to be connected with me.
They are filled with strange images of someone else,
I think they are someone else's horrors that I am seeing.
Nothing I am dreaming of is what I want to be seeing.
The images are black and gruesome,
Nothing that I want to see.
I want to have the beautiful dreams
That is locked in my subconscious waiting for the key.
I will never have them if I can't get past these dreams that I see.