my dreams, do not dream
but my eyes seem
like a senseless pull is underneath them
i feel unwashed, unclean, but you said, 'dont worry my dear'

i listened my god
you listened by god
then you listened to intently

you tied my arms back and lured me in
this hole i dig, but only for you
my eyes can see you are my only reality

Thy past is your dream
your dream has not seen the night
Your dream will not draw its teeth
Your dream is a flash
And I will not pass by and let you ruin yourself.

What has become of this
Madness. Insane Rethinking. Dreaming
What you can not see is what you shouldn't
And what you do is your dreams desires.

In another dimension in a little glass I am screaming at you
Telling you to look the other way
See the other one
The sound of time is prohibiting me to speak

I can see you need me. I was you earlier
I am watching you and I am crying
Watching you let go of your grip
Turning the other cheek
And feeling afraid to speak up

I know the ending but not enough wind, rain or sun will change you
Im watching you waiting
Fantasizing, dreaming, and feeling
But not doing

The grip of temptation grabs you down
You make the wrong choice and with my view I cry
I am so frustrated because you were one click away

The natural forces  of earth will not weave this union
I am afraid my time is up
You now know what you must do
I am afraid I was to late

Emotional Emotional Wreck
There is nothing that will turn your brain off and on like a dream wiped away
Your fantasies were potent
Not potent enough to speak your thoughts
Not thick enough to grasp the day and shake it in your hands

Messy Messy Head
A rocking chair could do less damage
A roller coaster of energy
Negativity plummeting in your hands
Left with a sigh of relief, yet regret

Burnt Burnt Face
Hot with sour emotions pouring into your veins as a very reminder of your loss
Your regrets
Your pain
Your mistakes

Started in your head
Will not end in your Head
It will end in your heart

Written in memories and talked about in my mind
there is nothing worse than living with regret
At least you can learn from your mistakes.

Nightfall in this hellish warehouse
The burrowing hen stuffs its face in hay
the stallion snuffs at the pole
the branches break as the gliding door opens
within this transition of a crows flight and its landing
you feel the breathe of the mist capture your hand like a cloak
your bundle of midnight dew collecting at your throat
Your feel as though the barn animals and the horses do not feel your pain
they can only soothe it.