Drowning in your dreams

Had a little free time, so why not?

new patterns appearing on my wrist

the new day is breaking through it's mist

the blood forms through the fog and the pain

i'm breaking through the seams of my dreams

i'm waking from this nightmare not yet formed

i sleep with a smile on my face

 

come with me into the night

join in the fright

wait until the pain arrives

join in the fight

everybodys screaming,

join in the night

 

i'm cutting through

and your bleeding out

you try to scream

and you can't make a sound

your drowning in your dreams

your fighting against the water,

this is your slow slaughter

 

what a lovely seduction

dark and beautiful, an oblivion of nothing

reeling with your pain, expressionless

on this we're flying through ther night

bloodied feathers falling from the sky

our death so stunning, flawlessly exquisite

we're on broken wings, falling gracefully from the sky.

 

 

Author's Note

it's a little confusing, haha even to me

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Broken wings...indeed, those with broken wings seek to leave this world and they cut themselves...bleeding out, but the problems remain. The blood will not take the problems with it, will it? Cutting is not the answer to anything...it only poses more questions and forms more problems. I hope your words are merely poetry and not how you are feeling right now. Well expressed. Lydi**