for even in my dreams

i dreamed of scorching sand and hot winds
i dreamed of lookin at starie skys
i dreamed of riding across open plains
i dreamed of soaring through the air
but these dreams always come to an end
sometimes the turn to nightmares
instead of scorching sand its an inferno of molten rock
instead of starie skys the sky is cracked and scared
instead of open plains it was valleys of bones
instead of soaring i was falling
these constantly assault me when i sleep and wake
and when not being bombared i sleep in oblivion
restless oblivion
feeling the cold touch of the next but not being able to see
that is my biggest fear
not being able to see
for even in my dreams my vision is blurry
for even in my dreams i can never truly see clearly
for even in my dreams my sight seems weaken
for like in my dreams my life seems faded