"bad dreams"

all of my bad dreams are memories.

wish i could get up
can't move, sedated, groggy,
my brain is rotting.
feels like i'm tied down
and no one hears me screaming.
must be a bad dream right?
wrong, throw me in the fire where i belong,
bundle burning, kindling for witches.

i wonder sometimes if the song you sing
is really sung or just a dream.
a dream from someplace far off that i can't reach,
the distant beach of a neighboring island,
far enough away the sand can't touch my feet,
but i can hear the siren's screech.

feet can't run fast enough,
cars can't escape it,
the danger is only revealed too late.
no real feeling, but something is wrong.

you wake groggily, remember that life is imagined,
turn to a statue, filled with pills filled with magic.

you take your morning dose and wait for something to happen.