the Death of a Dream

Oh how I weep, endless rivers of grief and longing. My heart hemmoragaes from the knifes point penetrating my soul. My skin grates, serrating my nerves particles of pain tear thru my veins. Sweet memories shatter my calm, laying seige to my breath. Constricting my circulation with deep seeded fears all hope dies in search of a better day. Crimson sheets shroud my shrunken soul. My eyes beg for reprive, my legs tremble with the strain of the every day. Beautys blissful ignorance crumbles to the sea. Borders built on dreams disenegrate and fall to the hungry waves. Frothing with lust for the unperceived hope, lavishing with spent desire at my downward spiral. Frail voice ripped from bloodied lips as I cry out for sancutuary, my home of salvation. The only reply is the still pounding waves, knees buckle and hands hide the fractured dolls dispair. Cartwheeling I submit, my body lost to the tide. The abyss holding me tight, squeezing the last drop of life from me. I smile and welcome the night, twirling under the midnight sky I find the peace, the tranquility. Nothing remains but the echo of a dying star in the heavens as I slip into the long needed respite of oblivion.