When the darkest night arrives,
ending the brightest mornings
I sleep with those evil vibes
waking up with vexed dreams.
Dreams, which lash me,thrash me.
Dreams, which throw in the dark realms.
Dreams, which break me, smash me
like a little piece of glass
I am deep inside, growing shallow
like an empty flower vase
I am deep inside, growing hallow.
I m burried by my shattered dreams,
when the darkest night arrives
ending the brightest mornings.