Every night I dream of this world.
A World full of spiraling clouds and dark mist.
It's almost like a kelidoscope.
Contantly moving around in circles,
Pulling me forward.
I'm not afraid of it.
Like I know I should be.
There is something dark about it.
Something surreal.
Something that cries to be let out.
Something that is slowly creeping forward.
The Day this thing comes to surface,
I hope I'm not around for it.
Every night I dream of this world.
A World full of spiraling clouds and dark mist.
It's almost like a kelidoscope.
Contantly moving around in circles,
Pulling me forward.
I'm not afraid of it.
Like I know I should be.
There is something dark about it.
Something surreal.
Something that cries to be let out.
Something that is slowly creeping forward.
The Day this thing comes to surface,
I hope I'm not around for it.