Oneiric Aphasia - Deviser

Good night, my foolish love

Hear me now…

Sleep your singular sleep and die

With a nice bright gleam in your eyes

A crescendo of the dream

Going deeper into dubious realms

Into post-dream projections

Going Deeper

The dream begins into post-dream projections

Can’t imagine your reaction to this psycho tale

To the all-around astral uncanniness

Awfully weird areas

Ultramental hinterlands

It was after midnight and you dread going to sleep

And have another of those nightmares

I could save you from this fate

If only I could find it in my heart to do so…

I hear you pray to end the dream

And beseech me to release you from my spell

Illusions on a mental screen

Images projected

Zones of deception and pain

Spirits brave enough

Awakened you to a stratosphere

Of uncanny terror

A crescendo of the dream

Going deeper into dubious realms

Into post-dream projections