Still Born Dreams

My body bloats on still born dreams
Bursting open at the seams.
They stiff and cold lie unrevived
Crimson soaked and ill-contrived.
The gaping holes inside my chest
Rake and break my mind's arrest,
My time in which I nurture dreams,
Born so still they rip my seams
Of razor blades and ice they hurt,
Spilled across the rust-red dirt.
This barren earth the dead adorn
Bitter cry my hopes unborn.
A broken promise broke my life,
Spattered blood with snap-bone strife.
Wrenched and tore my soul apart
Carved open my beating heart.
The strings that bind me twist and fray.
Scatter, throw and cast away
My dreams through wrists I slitted make
Thirsty craven earth I slake
So drip by drop my tick tock sands
Leak like blood right through my hands
I drift to sleep at Death's behest
Dreamless in eternal rest