The Undead Keep Dreaming

Dreaming...

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.

The Undead keep dreaming...