Contemplating reality and fantasy

As my dreams drift to sleep
and I lay awaken,
counting my regrets,
I settle in silence,
contemplating reality and fantasy,
where does the line divide,
as my nightmares awaken in a sweat,
I lay back down as reality play violins and car crashes
take the life of lovers or friends,
such a pity of young spilt blood,
and of moral decay the youth screams signs,
not begin taken a live,
true spirits soar and vanquish in a division of
nothing left,
sure as the sharpened glowing eyes  tell me of roaring pianos that play
a soft song and chimes,
kept in a box,
kept in silence,
stitched up,
stitched to be perfect as a chucky doll,
so swallow the poison of your lies
and eat up the love