Bad Dreams of end

The lights are all turned off
the streets are silent
The birds all sleeping as
Their dreams turn violent

It creeps from deep inside
hearts little dark spots
there’s still no real cure
to my evil bad thoughts

Dream dreams dreams
You can’t control your feelings
The floors all seem
to vanish in the ceilings

Bad bad bad
I’m glad the night is over
for once a night will come
and forever hide the sun.