Dying screams in restless dreams, <br />the normality of reality. <br />It's all the same to me now. <br />Ask me how. <br />How I know, I've seen it, first hand, I've been there. <br />My self made hell, my padded cell, <br />where I writhe in my straightjacket of pain. <br />Arms bound tight and locked in chains. <br /> <br />It's not always this dark though, <br />yet somehow that's worse so. <br />When I wake from the sweetest of dreams <br />and curse the pain of the real world. <br />So it seems, <br />all that I want is to die in my dreams. <br /> <br />Die quietly, peacefully. The happiest I've ever been.<br /><br />James Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-dreams-17/
