Broken Dreams

A dream of hidden death, squeezing out the ember years. Embedded in her flowers dripping, drenched in nectar tears. And now, the dream of a dying soul; Confined. A trembling heart of tears. Working hard, so very hard for only a memory of wasted years? Erotic debt and a laughing lie and in the dreams of yesteryear. visions of happiness and wonderment, reality whispers, "Did anyone care?" Blacker days emerge and draining worth. Painful living calls to die. A pathetic soul dared to dream. Forever in the dream I cry.