Dream Reaver

I burst ashore in a mind that’s not mine.

I body-swap with kindergarten girl this time.

What horrific nightmares she’s been hav’in.

Better wipe out the fear-mongering infestation.
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Parents belittle;

Her friends mock.

I’ll turn the table

From this laughingstock.
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Her dreams will haunt her no more

As I slay her every symbol of horror.

Hordes of zombies, they’re a walking corpse.

Disfigured faces of those that hurt her before.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

I live the dreams that you don’t remember.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

Your private life’s not private to this privateer.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

I cleanse these realms of undead like a janitor.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

To know life in your shoes, I’m a subconscious invader.
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Take the ship across the sea.

Stay by the coast and follow me.

As I land this anchor into your coral crown,

Untie that tangled brain into a crinkled mound.
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On all sides, the enemy approaches.

They’re an infestation worse than roaches.

The zombies in your mind come from afar.

So don’t blame me if you’re permanently scarred.
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I clean them out, I learn from the best.

Hey! Don’t complain, cause I leave a mess.

They’re better off dead than roaming around.

Like an exterminator, I thin the crowd.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

This is for the best. I’m your mental housekeeper.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

Worries left alone get infected to fester.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

Your fantasies are booty, I’ll guard your treasure.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

I watch you in your sleep, but sleep I never.
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On the sea of sleep, foggy and ethereal,

I find my true purpose in life, so spiritual.

Ghosts and geists wander these forsaken lands

In forgotten dreams log since abandoned.
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I’ll give you sanctuary from your nightmares at a price.

You might not have dreams for the rest of your life.

Depends on whether I find anything worthwhile

In your subconscious world of treasure in piles.
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So many forces are at work in this realm.

But I won’t give up until every treasure is found.

The Dream Lords can come visit me on their own time,

For I won’t give them tribute. I’m drawing the line.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

The land in between mind and matter.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

But to a landlord, you’ll be a debtor.
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Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

Nothing so free as sea-tossed water.

Dream Reaver. Dream Reaver.

Though if I were water, I’d be a jet cutter.
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So leave it to me,

Though your mind is a sea.

I’ve navigated worse before,

So this will be a breeze.
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Beware the ghost ships.

Sails down and silent.

We’ll pass on by with care,

But mostly be aware
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That skeletons are known

To roam shipwrecked biome.

So unsheathe your cutlass,

And fight or you won’t last.

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