Dreams are for those who sleep,
So when you wake up in the middle of the night
From weaping an crying
Realize dreams are for those who sleep
Your walking down the street
Curbside
You hear the sound of a broken window but you
Keep on walking
An you see this guy under a light
Wearing nothing but a trench coast beige matched
With a black top hat
His silhouette is dark you can't see his face
All you hear is a whistle coming his way
You continue down the street step by step the
Whistle gets louder an louder
When you get to the light an by his side you
Look under the hat
But before you can react an realize theres
Nothing there
A flock of bats attack,
His clothes fly away picked up by the air
Grasping for you own you sit up
Realizing you were sleeping an it was just a
Nightmare you go back to sleep
But before you do you look around the room,
Still drowsy your eyes catches two white dots
In the corner
When you look at them they fade away
All of a sudden you hear a bang
Its bats at your window
Dreams are for those who sleep,
So when you wake up in the middle of the night from weaping an crying
Sleep walking an talking
Realize dreams are for those who sleep
Grab a refreshment that will sooth your throat
Turn on the night lamp on your night stand
From another nightmare that you have just awoke
From
Rubbing your eyes you start to question whether
Your dead or alive another bad dream again?
Or maybe you're just high
But then your room starts to turn an flip
Your bed kicks you off of it
You start to bump from wall to wall
Your sheets catch you but they trap you
Suffocating you scratch through the material
Eventually breaking through you wake up
To realize it was another bad dream too