Until We Die

Alliteration practice

Dreaming of drinks in a dimly lit room

Drawing satisfaction from the dirt on the couch and the dust on the table

Doors don't open for my dreams, they only open to the sound of decisions

Decisions that drain me of everything I have but

The dreams drizzle back into me and I am no longer dead

For now, I am dizzy

Dancing in the dark with delusions of you dancing with me

I don’t realize I’m going down a dark hole

Getting deeper with every dream

Because every dream is a delusion and the depth of my decisions has left me dead

My face defaced and daybreak never coming because I am descending into the depth of this dimly lit room

My delusions dilute the reality behind my deformed eyelids

I am falling endlessly into the dark

But in my mind I see daylight

Muted by dusty drapes over the disgusting windows

The remnants in the ashtray are a delicacy

And you’re there too

Your demeanor destroys everything else I’ve dreamt

All that I’ve dealt with, all that I’ve done was done for you

And I’m done with the end being over

I’m still a deadbeat

I’m still dead

I haven’t seen dawn in days, I’ve only seen dusk

And while dusk is decent there is a delight to dawn that you just can’t defract

But I am dead

I will write upon your divine skin declarations of what I want

I hereby decree that we will bask in the dusk for our own delight

Dawn has gone and we are left with trust

The beginning is over and even though death usually means the end I see it as the middle

We will peer through the drapes to see the rain dripping down the panes

And we will find delight in the dirt on the couch and the dust on the table

And we will clink our drinks, toasting to destiny, and we will dance in the dark until we die

Author's Note

It's rough, but I did my best with the alliteration. Tell me anything I should work on :)

Reviews

[wordman]

well i think you did a great job !

[CAS]

Well thanks!

[wordman]

you`re welcome