Forever I Dream (Angel of Sadness)
These dreams are yours these dreams are mine
Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise
Reality seems to be the only place to hide
Trying to make the best of what I have
This is my life’s engraved path
No mercy in tears
Only sympathy if you’re worthy of fears
Some one shake me from these seizures
I’m constantly burning of statistical leisure’s
Bed time story’s, kisses from head to foot
Anyway, you want to please her
Given age, I was born from a rapist
Forced upon passion, as an infant in a wound
How can I escape this?
Simply exposed to this diluted area
You never know, she could’ve recruited malaria
Possibilities that her insides polluted, scaring her
My collarbones hurt, the thought of rubbing a loser
Growing up a substance abuser
Strapped with intoxicated lungs and a low self-esteem
The tools needed for this living
all I have left are dreams
Trying to get by on less than minimum wage
Drooling over paper
like there is cinnamon on this page
I could be a heart ache
or I could be apart of the break
Cold water in my eyes, what ever it takes to wake
Bread crumbs in my left hand, I choose to give or try
Given life I’m only promised to die
Pencil in hand, thoughts bloating my brain
By gods’ grace, I have been scared with pain
Only washing my face when it rains
And most of the time, the skies release hail
So now I’m wondering to where will I prevail
A selfless act from a wealthy man
is usually a filthy hand
Should I live or should I die,
give a small sacrifice, and try
Forever I dream of heavens door
And if I should go
I want no tears to show
Forever dreaming of your saviors doors
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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