Dreadful Dream – A Dark Performance – letras

Standing in this painting, that it seems to be aliveIt’s black but has some contrasts I can barely see it allDon’t wake me up, is this a dream?Don’t know anymore what’s real or notThe painting is real, the crows start to move nowBut at the same time everything is paper and watercolorDon’t know what they’re doingThey’re coming in my directionI take the soil and cover as a blanketBut made of wood paper and ITry to hide from them nowThey stop besides me they knowI’m there now…They start to look at meAnd I see their ignis fatuous so clearThis imagery is real and I knowAt the same time that it is just a dream