Heres a story for you,
A chance to hear it all through,
What I might’ve done,
Tested and tried then played and made

In a dream, I dreamt I had seen it all,
In a place of greens and blues,
Of scenes involving you,
That’s where it all begins or so I’m told.

In my head it’s a great story,
Of lines and rhymes
Maybe its just a simple try,
for me to keep time,
With each passing ion,

In a dream, I dreamt I had seen it all,
In a place of greens and blues,
Of scenes involving you,
That’s where it all continues or so I’m told.

You knew it all along,
Singing those songs,
Barking and bellowing on every bend.
Words so simple, so cynical you on every line,
Caught in my ears to ring of things.

And here’s the turning point,
The end of the greens and blues,
Of the lovely thoughts of you,
It’s this which wrought, and of this I thought.

It was green and blue,
Till I decided to kill you,
It was green till I turned it red,
Burned it all inside my head.

Good times and bad,
It all ended up feeling so sad,
So I took it and made it mine,
All of this inside my head.
I gave it life, to feed and breed,

It took a shape of its own in tones,
Dark and dangerous it ate me alive,
Broke me down, made me feel,
Almost at which I felt like life was real.

As if I could touch fate,
And if I could almost see through the fake.
Blinded I was to everything that was right,
And in my head I held it all so tight.

I bound my soul to this dream,
This place I had to find,
It was all in my mind this empty thing,
To which I gave it life, and kept it right.

Now, it’s the end of my little story,
Follow it closely and dreamily dream,
Of touching moments seen by me,
Only to burn of scenes and machines,
Dark and cold, empty and broken,
Of memories of nothing.