The Undead Keep Dreaming

Dreaming...
 In 1981 when I was but a child,
 I had the strangest dream...
 Something that still is haunting me.
 Dreaming...
 A ray escaped my window blinds, a carrier of the morning light.
 I opened my eyes.
 My clock was keeping time.
 It was another normal day
 I thought I was awake.
 Dreaming...
 The Undead Keep Dreaming
 My face! When I looked at the mirror,
 I felt something was wrong.
 A strange thought in my head "Am I really awake?"
 The Undead Keep Dreaming
 I found myself again in bed confused by what occurred
 And everything as usual just seemed to be in place.
 But when I questioned what I felt, in front the mirror black,
 The comfort of the morning light was stolen from my heart.
 In agony I tried to leave this dream and just awake,
 But on and on I found myself returning in my bed.
 I lost the count of times I tried and failed to reach the day
 And even now I am not sure if I am here awake.
 The Undead Keep Dreaming...