same old dream
same old fear

so old that I even know it is actually a dream

like always now is the moment I hesitate to open the door that takes me out of here

some one chasing and I cannot move

feeling his breath on the back of my neck

hearing his screams in my head

never dared to stop running and face it instead

my never ending dream always ends in sweat on my face

these all cannot be coincident  but I am still and unbeliever

gone too far again and happy to have done it

Tried of running away and torturing myself in my dream I just turn back to see the dream for the last time

that is the moment I decide to give death a shot with my boots on, on the soil that is so fertile to me

I stop running, it is still chasing me, the warm breath is so close, the scream is so loud

slowly turn back and all I see is his eyes so close to my face

the eyes were mine