Whispers in my sleep,
in heated darkness,
They give me candy in my dreams,
Is it really as sweet as it seems?
Dreaming Jessica cannot help it,
temptation shall not be my forfeit.
Bitter comes and sweetness goes.
Remembering and feeling those ancient woes.
Hearing what I wanted to hear,
yet still it makes me shed a tear.
Now I go on in dream days,
remembering and digging up ancient graves.
sewing back up ancient wounds,
recalling what it was to be the loser.
I thank the demons for their gift,
Candy and tears before I drift
off into vivid reality.
And wonder what the hell just happened to me....