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I see the images in my dreams
i don't know what they mean
they're there all the time
but to me they're blurrier than time
i see different colors
varied across my mind
tempting taste scurries in my thoughts
i dream of few things
so rare but hurtful
suicide runs through my veins
i wish to not be apart of it
but still it persists to exist
my mind can't think no more
the dreams are keeping me from living
i want to fly but i can only cry
why are these dreams apart of me
i don't want to dream
not of war
not of suicide
or even of my father
my memory is reflecting my past
none of which i want to know
i want to cast them away
but i have no powers
there's a light that guides me
darkness lies within
it shades itself among lamps
and rugs
my tampered mind too
i want to sing
but all i can do is scream
i clutch at my skin
i feel the tempting nail
dig deep within
making me bleed
wanting to scream
but still i lay there
scratching myself
with only myself and my dreams
nothing to keep me occupied
my dreams consume me
my thoughts engulf me
why do i sense these things
my arms are hurting
my nail carving me
why must i be like this
this pain its me
only me not you or anyone else
why do i do this
i just don't understand
i want to feel my heart beat
i want to feel the cool night air
but i just feel my pillow
and my rough blankets in remedy
- Title: Dreams
- Artist: Sqwinkers
- Description: There's a lot of things i dream of, but none has ever affected as these ones have in this poem.
- Date: 07/23/2008
- Tags: dreams
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