A Dream or Nightmare

There was this dream I had last night

Nothing worked, nothing seemed to go right.

Every dream I have had,

Seems to crumble and turn to bad.

Everyone leaves, and I am alone,

All turns to dust, all that I have known.

All my ghosts that I have defeated,

Have come and do that which shouldn't be repeated.

Things seem alright when it starts,

With so much coming from everyones hearts.

But thats the end of all thats happy.

From then on, things just turn up crappy.

Everything comes to be, everything I fear.

Some of my friends die, and some just disappear.

Some of them live and come to see what has to pass

But just as observers looking through glass.

And as every moment comes,

I pray that I can get out of these slums,

But with every moment that comes to be,

Things get worse to a farther degree.

Its seems that no matter how far I got,

I could never leave this spot.
I try to end it and be with the ones I love,

But get pulled back down, while they go above.

Now I must face all of this terror,

And with this pain, I must be the bearer.

I just prayed that it would all end soon.

Before my being started to swoon.

I slice and dice and slowly kill every single beast,

Ending them, before I could be one of the deceased.

And it appeared that throughout this journey, I wasn't alone,

I wasn't sure who. It was not yet to be known.

Was it a guardian angel, or a protector on high?

Who was watching me, and also why.

Or was it someone who wanted me to suffer,

Making me live, to face things that are going to be tougher.

Or someone who wanted me to live,

To see what I must forgive

But either way, I had to continue this travel,

Until all that is unknown, I can unravel.

As I walk, I notice a pattern to things,

That everything in my life acted like swings.

With every bad thing gone, something good came about,

But with every good thought, there also came doubt.