Fantastic scenes pierce the eye
Abusing already overtaxed senses
Yet still slumbering is the mind
Soon ill-begotten dreams recede
Deep into the black to be forgotten
With only a hidden piece or two
Rife with misunderstood feeling
Fear and pain trapped deeply
Warring with the brain's machinery
As it tries to lock away such hidden memory
So we can slumber yet again
In peaceful dreams of mind's own making