I have healed the broken wings of fatten angels and laid the wildest storms to rest. I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans. All I've done is to fall asleep. A tribute to the dreaming. A hymn to the delusions that sometimes really feels like they're real. In the deepest slumber reality is blended with fantasies and things I have repressed. When I awake all the stories remain inside my head. Memories forgotten always reappear in the wicked sceneries. Characters that once fell into oblivion united with my recent past. Tribute to my dreaming. Hymn to the delusions that I sometimes really wish were for real. In the deepest slumber reality is twisted and staggered across the halls of my head. When I awake I can remember it still and it is nothing that my senses can kill. And I fall through the passage of time. Then there's the nightmares. That never seem to leave my mind. I can't escape it. They're even stronger when I close my eyes. How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here. How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork of fear. How to delete. How do I stop all the sickened things I see in this spurious diary that wasn't made by me. How to replace my artificial memories.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
