Dreams...
 two nights in a row,
and so it seems -
 I should now let you go,
but inside my screams -
 my tears ever flow.

Are you ready to accept this?


Days...
 spent wand'ring around -
in a maze
 -broken bird on the ground-
hard, stifling haze...
There's no light, no sound.

You did this to me.

Sleep,
 never at peace. maybe at death.
Still, you creep
 with every breath.
The climb? Steep. The fall? Deep...
like "Magnolia", or "Macbeth".

My story is a tragedy.

Drown.
 Somehow, I'm so free.
I wear the frown,
 where the smile should be...
such a sad clown.
 but I guess that's just me.

Do you recognize my face?

Old.
 I feel so tired, and so worn.
My soul is sold.
 The ending's forlorn.
The epic's been told.
 Please don't be scorned.

There's no rhyme for heartbreak.

I came. I saw. I sobbed.

I can see myself
  high up on your shelf.

Sent inside -
  center stage.
Trying to hide -
  in a rage.

Where do you stand?
   What is your demand?

I reside
   in a cage...
amplified.
  ...not my age.

I think you can see me.
  why do you not free me?

heavy chains,
  cuffs that burn,
and these pains
  when they turn.

I think it's this place.
  Quite bereft of grace.

shake my reigns.
  spill my urn.
my remains
  will never learn.