False Awakening

Something strange happened to me Lucid forms in my dreams Thoughts raced into a wall My vision turned black and then all was gone Warped into a building with handfuls of lead Eight shots protecting a stead My sights aimed at their heads We fire on our marks and no mercy is shed None has been shed! I approach the corpses to be And then belt out a scream Faces of friends long since seen I'm flanked at my left and one restrains me Pulled to a dark room, barrel to my head Presented two options, both outcomes are death Life in a cell or a round to the skull Wounds self-inflicted, dishonorable cause With this blood on my hands I'll condemn myself by my own hands Cold steel against temple My vision is blurred A fate so pathetic Is what I deserve Death by my own hands The end I've incurred A scene so surreal A setting absurd Pressure on the trigger The hammer is cocked Eyes are shut tightly Quivering jaw locked with Cold steel against temple And heart out of my chest But with determination Forgoing protest Death by my own hands A method, preferred In this cold desolation The shot won't be heard The hammer releases Nothing but regret In my own bed I awake in a sweat