The Peculiar Dreams of Fevered Sleep

Runs my mind in circles; I am in too deep

Haunting me as they keep calling to me

I have to know,  are they warning me?

All of these strangely brewed days of future past

Are the days that I know just won’t last

And still I walk these halls of doom alone

Oh, if only my heart could somehow be stone

You weave your magical tales  with my willing reception

Wanting things to be so real when they’re only deception