Bottle of Broken Dreams

A kindred spirit,

and the thread is cut and lost,

distance harsher than a sandstorm desert,

yet colder than a dwarf star.

Sleeping with eyes open,

because dreams won't remember,

can't hold onto the treasure.

Too tired to take another step forward,

the steel chains can't keep it together.

It's a dagger inside the bottle of broken dreams.

Grievance,

defeated,

the core won't resuscitate.

The staircase is tumbling,

step by step,

loosing the progress,

everything is becoming a mess.

Possess the glass mirror,

vibrate and shatter,

staring back,

hide the expression.

The ties are torn,

the memories are scorched...

We're just two shards lying on a beach,

just another bottle of broken dreams.