Nomadic Paths

A Sentinel Guards The Passage
To My Dreams
They Feel So Real
But Might Be Not What They Seem

When I Wake I Realise
I'm Trapped Inside A Maze
I Must Take Nomadic Paths
To Search... For Lucid Days

Living To Fantasize
Guilt Is Your Twisted Prize
You Love To Hurt Yourself
And Wear A Crown of Lies
The Reaper Loves To Call
When You Start To Fall (Away)
You Show The Other Side
The One You Try To Hide