Now that Im falling asleep,
Memories flow in my mind.
Flashbacks of black and green,
Awful lack of dreams, but why?

Lately, I'm being eaten alive,
By what I hold inside.
All the things that I live with,
All of them I think Its better to hide.

Sometimes they are easy to avoid,
But all the scars seem to stay.
Now I can only feel this void,
People wouldnt know what to say.

Lately, Im not really living,
Seems like Im only killing time.
I forgot what it is to be dreaming..
In need of a Dream I am.. something worthwhile.

Being wrongly blind for all the suffering,
Its been a long time, but now I realize,
I forgot what it is to be dreaming..
Here it is when I open my eyes.

Yura

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 333 AF.