Mind Heart

my heart torn out and a thousand peices pass me by another tattered moment in the scilent night... though the calls keep coming im closing off my mind a dreamy dream would simply passify this creeping notion that i should throw myself into the ocean and dream a dream of witheredness... looking back at the things that have happened now i feel like a frightened child, holding my head above barely able to make it by, and as i look twords the sky i see a faint light.... my mind is racing, my body aching, nothing more to hold me here a dieing glimmer in my eye, my dreams ...