hellodreamer

All the shattered ideas- skidding over burning trees. The letters singeing my skin as scarlet they were once indeed. Who is it that holds the lost tales of happy lives? Hollow kisses blown from broken windows, send a chill through my veins- cold and shrill. Finally reaching my melancholy-infected eyes, vacant and lost in the silent killer's lies. Skin becomes vague and gray as my words are wasted and night turns to day. Stranded lovers find no refuge in the tangled temerity that they've been given no choice but to live by. Drought fills the air with screaming sand, filling my lungs with summer dreams. The only thing present is co

It seems that I have been so completely captivated, So completely consumed by my pitiful observations, That I have failed to notice that the tide is rising And I've been left all alone. Who's hands are these that grip my wrists, Sucking my reluctand body away from the water? Who's eyes? Who's heart? Is that you dear? I am so very lost.