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.