Dreams of Cowardice

Don't wake me now, this fantasy is one that I would cling to.
Let me sleep with my head on the bosom of cowardice, and deny the waking world my perverted bravery

Don't wake me now, but if you must torment me so, wake also this heart unable to regret its sins. Wake that which let me forgive with ease when I was a child, and put to bed this wretched clarity.

I won't open my eyes to what is, let me lay instead in the arms of these comforting lies. Dreams are the home of what could be, your grasping hands will wake me in a haunted  house of couldn't be's.

Let me forever run in this meadow of possibility, and leave those salted fields of disappointment behind. Please don't extend your hand to me in comfort, the light of that embrace would burn me.