Dad Dreams

Someone's always following me Someone's always in my dreams Scary men with butcher knives a*sume reality to take my life Why can't they bug someone else? Why can't they just leave me be? Little men with twenty arms Always f**kin f**kin me! I lay awake to calm my mind Hoping nightmares not to find Creeping crawling through the night Fill my fragile mind with fright... Hacked to pieces in my head Mayby I will wake up dead Too many times I swim in sweat Horrible things I can't forget Piece by piece I slip away My violent brain is held at bay By ugly men with purple eyes I wake up dead and realize How can my mind conjure these things? I wish that I would not have dreams 'Tis a better thing to have a heatthy mind. That to dream in hate, forever behind?