sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

apocalypse

midnights when i couldn't sleep,

i lit a thought burning my serenity–

despise the sound of me breathing in;

there's a void in between the talks,

as if i'm staring back at empty wall–

i almost see the apocalypse.

but you love me when nobody don't

and i felt a little closer from enough;

for i always try to hide my sweetest soft,

so i'll avoid the feeling of being hurt.

but if you'll get me over you,

or watch me died in flumes–

will it justify the means to say:

"i hate you?"

morning haze was not like before,

since we met a couple months ago–

now i'm all alone, i think of therapy;

the dinners gone and the coffee's cold,

all i do is rinsing all these bloody ghosts–

but i'm always yours, you're all i need.

cause you found me when i'm feeling lost,

and i don't know where to go after now;

for you accustomed me of your little songs,

you made a loving for my orphaned home.

will you let me move past from you

or spared more cards and two?

will it validate the need to scream:

"i hate you?"

will i ever stop thinking of you,

or spend another year in blue,

will it be alright,

to make believe myself

but i must hate you.