Patchworks - Dan Swanö

I have healed the broken wings of fallen angels and laid the wildest storms to

Rest

I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans

All I’ve done to fall asleep

A tribute to the dreaming

A hymn to the delusions that sometimes realty feels like they’re real

In the deepest slumber reality is blended with fantasies and things I have

Repressed

When I awake all the stories remain inside my head

Memories forgotten always reappear in the wicked sceneries

Characters that once tell into oblivion united with my recent past

Tribute to my dreaming

Hymn to the delusions that I sometimes realty wish were for-real

In the deepest slumber reality is twisted and staggered across the halls of my

Head

When I awake I can remember it still and it is nothing that my senses can kill

And I fall through the passage of time

Then there’s the nightmares

That never seem to leave my mind

I can’t escape it

They’re even stronger when I close my eyes

How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here

How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork of fear

How to delete

How do I stop all the sickened things I see in this spurious diary that wasn’t

Made by me

How to replace my artificial memories