Spiral - depression - life.
You wake up, you sleep...
In a sick, bittersweet way,
The answer is closer in your nightmare
Than it is in real life
And you're falling ever closer
Into a place you'd rather not see,
But you know you have to.
While you're falling, you can look up -
And at any given time
See the light of day within your reach,
Eluding your grasp, your gaze,
Letting you fall.
Waking up in twisting delirium,
So relieved to see familiar surroundings,
Then realizing the nightmare from which
You've just woken up has come back.
The emotion inside your heart
That you once called love
Is completely warped into a dark sensation
You cannot quite describe.
Deep within you, you know what's wrong,
So why can't you bring it out?
Because you know the light will disappear if you do.
The dream will be over...
And the nightmare will begin anew.