Oh let me say that
the world is but another
dream of my own hopes.
As I try to escape the
darkness in my eyes.

As I sit on foreign soils
with foreign cups of coffee steam
as it lightly streams through
each lingering dream.

I grow weary with burdens
of broken dreams laying on
my weary fibble mind.

Today is the day the world
may end in my tears as I
try to put together the
world I know.

Today could be the day that
tears of misery fix on my
pale cool cheek as I feed
the lillies that grow on
Cupid's grave.

Oh how I wish things were simple,
but death is more simplistic then
all the hopes of men and women.

Yet the shadows in my dreams
and the darkness in my heart
has no grace or pity for my
soul.

So dream little and sparing
the light as I sit amongst
the misery of my world.

10/20/2005

Posted on 10/20/2005
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