Is love itself a dream of dreamers past?
A past emotion caught up in a storm
A lover's embrace meant to keep me warm
And unending dream that was meant to last
Is a dream itself just a nightmare passed?
Be dream or nightmare, alas, I am torn
A horrible dream in a freakish form
Has woken my sleep and left me aghast
Shall I be forced to forsaken my sleep?
And sit through the night, silent and alone?
Carelessly sitting on this devilish heap
Of no one's nightmares or dreams but my own
Only one thought for my weak mind to keep:
With nightmares here, am I really alone?
