Death by Dreaming

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Death-by-Dreaming-285315719 ), so you guys can see it here.

Sometimes when I wake I think I'm still dreaming.
Sometimes when I fall I think I'm still breathing.
What is this silence. . . ?
Some unbound chemical wiping away my life
In a footnote?

Sometimes when I'm dreaming, I believe I'm awake.
Sometimes when I'm breathing, I think my lungs are burning.
What is this silence?
Some dust in the wind speaking my name,
Crying out it's sorrows in the form of a sting.

This burn is my heart.
I bandage it, but it continues to bleed.
I hold it and my fingers seep with red clay.

The burning is too much for my weary heart,
For what is time without sleep?
The sands do not fall, the waters do not rise,
And the clay, the clay sinks through me.

It's never enough to die, is it?
Death to a heart red like the clay that drowns me,
Now ever fitted with dove feathers,
And bleeding the whites of our eyes from each hole.

I'm not awake.
I could never
Be awake
For this.

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3