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.
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