A Bottle For a Dream

I writhe inside this sentiment-- A ghost of all I lost The words I wrote were sealed and sent Regardless of the cost Dysfunction thrives inside my heart-- With empathy as vice I'm just the one to play this part What lust did I entice? Until this day, I dared to dream-- And, lost my weary mind Although I learned to plot and scheme: The blind had led the blind I never question why I stayed My demons always scream: 'How could you pose this vexing trade: A bottle for a dream?'...