Dan Swano Patchworks
I have healed the broken wings of fatten angels and laid the wildest storms to rest I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans All I've done to fall asleep A tribute to the dreaming A hymn to the delusions that sometimes realty feels like they're real In the deepest slumber reality is blended with fantasies and things I have repressed When I awake all the stories remain inside my head Memories forgotten always reappear in the wicked sceneries Characters that once tell into oblivion united with my recent past Tribute to my dreaming Hymn to the delusions that I sometimes realty wish were for-real In the deepest slumber reality is twisted and staggered across the halls of my head When I awake I can remember it still and it is nothing that my senses can kill And I fall through the passage of time Then there's the nightmares That never seem to leave my mind I can't escape it They're even stronger when I close my eyes How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork of fear How to delete How do I stop all the sickened things I see in this spurious diary that wasn't made by me How to replace my artificial memories
