I've been thinking too much about what's been going on in my head.
And none of them really relate until the idea is of myself dead.
Again, I wonder, why I happen to have these damned dreams.
Dreams of this future with my one true love but it truly seems...
Maybe I can't have that no matter what happens in my life that's good.
I'm always met with an obstacle greater than life and maybe I should.
Just leave behind all of the souls that have graced me with their presence.
But no, there are far more important matters than Christmas trees without presents.
Well not really for my name should no longer sit among the rest.
But as I rest, the life I know is just a test.
Yes indeed a test of patience and true desire.
But then the world just might bring me to conspire.
And yet I have thought about it much before the days I've counted.
And to the sky I've shared with you have I shouted.
This fire within me burns cold like the ice of life is now frozen in hell.
Can you hear the bell?
What about the crackle of the flame?
No? What a shame.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
