Lifeless Dreams

Its a poem...about lifeless dreams (not really...that's just the title I gave because it sounded cool).

Loud whispers, Quiet screams

Tiny voices, All surround me

Blackened colors, Bright nights,

Darkness, Is all that I see

Flowing oceans, Static streams

Washes of water, All surround me

Voiceless thunder, Crying sky

Is all that's left to see

Look around, all that you see

What do you hear, is it silence

Is it me?

Listen up, all that you hear

What do you see, is it bright

Is it fear?

Opened eyes, None can see

Praying hands, All surround me

Hope filled wonder, Deadly cries

Silence, All for my mind

Loving faces, Hateful eyes

Trembling tears, All surround me

Faceless Beauty, Blood stained lies

Lifeless dreams, Is all I will see

Look around you. Do you now see?

The quiet world, screaming to breathe,

All the children, crying to dream,

The opened eyes refusing to see?

With lifeless dreams, refusing to be.

Author's Note

Still abit unhappy with this, so it may change (probably not...cause I'm lazy (but it could happen (not really (yes...really (Are you confused (Of course not? Why would you be? (maybe because I have a few hundred parentheses in here (ok...its called exaggeration you literalist...there is actually 8 (or atleast, I think it's 8 (its actually 10 now...but I digress)) parentheses in this 'sentence')(*insert enough closing parentheses*)