The New Nightmare

The heart that beats within, forever shackled to your vibe. one becomes lost to this perfect melody, neither awake nor sleep only daydreaming. Wanting to drift in this daze through the days, for the heart is addicted to the momentary freedom of all things present good and bad. So addicted it beats, craving ,desiring only more of the imagery of perfected beauty.
Throughout the day ,throughout the hours and minutes it drowns itself constantly debating the mind, stuck hurting, filling with ache for the painful realization of the fact that ones dreams, an addiction, that pales in comparison to that of the flawed beauty.
The heart beats ,only wanting your vibe. Unable to be filled by empty dreams and false ideals of perfection. For it rather spend one second of joy with what is real and true than a thousand years trapped daydreaming.
The heart beats to the perfection of this flawed beauty, never wanting or needing a new melody , only addicted to your vibe.