Dreams
As I lay in bed at night, I think of the things in my life,
The places I wish I was,
The persons arms I wish to be held in.
My mind is restless and my body has turned cold, my eyes are glazed with the dreams I
wanted to live,
My vision of life has been blurred, illusions of a door opened to love slammed in my face,
Bitter yet sweet tears roll down my battered cheek, an empty minded fool lays awake
waiting for peace.
Standing on a sheet of ice, laying on a bed of nails, I’m wrapped In flesh, have broken bones.
A discarded soul of an undead child,
My eyes turn to a haze of blood red.
My skin a funny blue,
My dreams were severed by the wings,
That’s why I never flew.
Copyright © Nicola Rose | Year Posted 2010
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