In 1981 when I was but a child, I had the strangest dream... Something that still is haunting me. Dreaming... A ray escaped my window blinds, a carrier of the morning light. I opened my eyes. My clock was keeping time. It was another normal day I thought I was awake. Dreaming...
The Undead Keep Dreaming
My face! When I looked at the mirror, I felt somesthing was wrong. A strange thought in my head "Am I really awake?"
The Undead Keep Dreaming
I found myself again in bed confused by what occured And everything as usual just seemed to be in place. But when I questioned what I felt, in front the mirror black, The comfort of the morning light was stolen from my heart.
In agony I tried to leave this dream and just awake, But on and on I found myself returning in my bed. I lost the count of times I tried and failed to reach the day And even now I am not sure if I am here awake.