someone s always following me someone s always in my dreams scary men with butcher knives assume reality to take my life why can t they bug someone else why can t they just leave me be little men with twenty arms always fucking fucking with me i lay awake to calm my mind hoping nightmares not to find creeping crawling through the night fill my fragile mind with fright hacked to pieces in my head maybe i will wake up dead too many times i swim in sweat horrible things i can t forget piece by piece i slip away my violent brain is held at bay by ugly men with purple eyes i wake up dead and realize how can my mind conjure these things i wish that i would not have dreams tis a better thing to have a healthy mind that to dream in hate forever behind 