At this point I think the room usually gets bored at my lack of interest in the dusty toys and long walls of wood painted a light pastel shade of purple and decides to open a window, the one at the opposite end of the room. It’s night time outside but the moon reflects enough shine to light up the far end of the room. When I look over I see a telescope set up pointing outside amongst the cobwebs, glittering in the shade as the cool night breeze tickles them, it’s embarrassingly obvious that the room wants me to look through it, and I always do without question.

I stumble out of bed and see my reflection in the mirror. I’m wearing traditional looking nightwear, like ones the children wear in Peter Pan. I have that strange long hat and everything, you must know the one I mean. I wouldn’t even know where to buy such apparel in the real world, but that’s not important. I carry on walking towards the window past more and more dusty boxes. The room feels more and more like an attic. Once I finally get there, I look back towards the bed but its pitch black, almost as if a wall was but an inch from my nose. I never dare to check this theory but I’m sure that’s what happens.

I decide to execute the room’s anticipation and finally look through the telescope. It’s focused onto the surface of the moon, no real surprise there. But as I scan the surface I see a patch of tropical greenery, an oasis. I always jump back and shiver. Every time. But tonight, for the first time, the window doesn’t slam. Tonight, I’m allowed to crawl back to the telescope and look some more. The room must think I’m ready. I pan from one side of the oasis to the other. It’s not very big, but too big to have gone unnoticed all this time, then I see it. The most spine chilling and out of place thing I have seen my whole life. A Gibbon.

Ok, so if I were in your shoes, I probably wouldn’t find the notion of a small monkey that scary either, but in its context there was nothing scarier. I froze. The hairs on my back and arms standing to attention. I instinctively pressed down on a lens at the front of the telescope. I had no idea what it did, but I wasn’t in control of my actions. The second it went down, my vision was zoomed into the Gibbon and it instantly looked up and made eye contact with me, as if he was startled by the slight clink noise made by the lens shifting into place.

Needless to say, I screamed and fell back in fear. My hands covering my face, hiding my look of horror. How did it know? How could it? Maybe it’s just a coincidence? That’s what I started to tell myself, but before I could speculate on anything my attention was taken by the sky, changing from a clear night to brilliant white in less than a blink Shielding my eyes with my forearm, I got up to look out the window. As the light faded through white to bright baby blue and finally back to nothing, the moon was revealed. Or what was left of it.

Huge chunks of rock filled the sky. They were too big for me to comprehend. From where I was standing, I could hold my hand out and pretend to squash a piece between my thumb and fingers, just like you can do to the moon on any night, but we still know it’s real size is much greater. My initial reaction was not of fear, but of awe as the bright blue shockwave travelled along the sky and the pieces of rock fled the scene. It was only a couple of seconds later, when I thought about what would happen next though. I knew those rocks would inevitably hit earth, assuming that’s where I am.

Testing my earlier theory of the black wall, I decided to turn around and blindly run to where my bed once was. There was no wall, in fact there wasn’t even a bed. I was sprinting in a straight line for a good twenty seconds and had hit nothing. Confused, I looked around. Everything was black apart from the window, which was still clearly lit and visible. It seems the room got scared and ran away. I stopped in despair knowing there’s nothing I could do, as I stared at the window. What was probably only a few seconds felt like an entire week, as I waited for my fate. Finally, a huge fiery rock smashed into the window and I woke up. My eyes opening into the bright sunlight, taking over from the pain of the rock smashing through the window. And I say goodbye to the mysterious dream for yet another day.

and your Chav regime dictates you cant listen, OH…

-guitar fill-

but you’re wrong if you think i give a prickly fuck

about your unrequested thoughts on how much we suck, OH..

-guitar fill-

because we dont have a fan base, or cater to your wank taste

so all your wise cracking is just back stabbing, OH…

-guitar fill-

seriously though, its great to have such a good friend

-drum fill- …fucking bellend, OH..

-guitar break- (ok, ok… ok, ok… ok, ok…)

ok, ok, so i might be being a bit harsh

but there was really no need to go and smash that glass, OH…

-guitar fill-

your obsession with aggression is leading me to question (the way you)

play with her depression to keep her in your possession, OH…

-guitar fill- she must feel so loved now shes your “bitch in the manor”

although she’s just like you, so it really dont matter, OH…

-guitar fill-

oh, of course! go ahead… get rough and tough

to be quite frank ive had more than enough

YOU JUVENILE PRICK OH…

-guitar break-

3am and my phone’s scREAMing, smothering it wont do
i cant stop everyone from dreaming, so im [gonna] [have'ta] talk to you
the girl i was so proud to hold, wont stop asking me why?
listen, its over, the love’s gone cold, dont you dare, start to cry…

Heart attack
Cardiac assault
she wants me back
my minds at a halt
Heart attack
i don’t know what to do
she wants me back
im not in love with you

(ha ha haha…)
youre not worth my tears, she claims.
her emotions’ shifting gears again
that sound you can hear? ill explain
it’s exactly what you fear, a train…

something wakes up inside me, i REALLY hope this aint true
“im finally going to be free” she screams “i cant live without you”
…babe, dont be stupid!, i just need some time alone!
i tried to play the part of cupid, but im talking to her dial tone

Heart attack
Cardiac assault
she wants me back
my minds at a halt
Heart attack
Cardiac assault
is she really on the tracks?
is it all my fault?

it was always on the books, they say
apparently her brain was made that way
she didnt really do it that day
but heaven is just a short walk away

- **Sarcastic nursery rhyme** -

she was way too young then, and shes nothing more than a regret
the fallen angels name is —, the one i wish i could forget.
sometimes ill see her with some guy and feel like i should warn him
tell him that he’ll see her cry, upset every morning