One More Lonely Dream

the thoughts that rest here deep I’m laying low and waiting as those bullets whiz past me it’s those little things that wound those moments I can’t see can we reach the pinnacle or all that we can be? imagination covers too heavy in this heat you try to pull the blanket off I sit in the hot seat the gash that will not stop my mind continues to seep nothing stops the heartache of a heart that will still bleed we lay down here together as usual I don’t sleep your hand rests on my body there’s no comfort there for me it flows out with the current a bottle floating at sea coming back to haunt this room just one more lonely dream