Nameless

I can not see,
Beyond the walls of this disorted dream.
Hidden within  a land,
Where nothing is what it seems.
Clouds of gray form the sky,
as I sing my sorrowfilled lullaby.
I lay my head on a pillow of grass,
Trying to hold on to what will not last.
Slowly I'll drift off to sleep,
Silently counting hundreds of sheep.
Peacfully living my cyanide dreams,
Yet, the world that I know is comming undone at the seams.
Madness brew deep within,
Feeding off of my virtues and sins.
Deeper into this dream I will fall,
Hyptnotized by the sirens call.
My conception of reality is starting to slip,
And before you know it I've lost my grip.
Soon I'll awake in a dress of white,
Still unclear of wrong or right.
I can not see,
Beyond the walls of this disorted dream.
Hidden within  a land,
Where nothing is what it seems.