Dead Dreams
A trembling that reaches
Down past your soul
To that place where you hide
With no where to go
A nightmare in process
Built of dead dreams
Lost in cacophony
From your cells' very being
The discord of the movement
Lays harmony to rest
Not even angels could reconcile
This death
There is truth
There is lies
But duplicity in the destruction
That muffles your cries
On a new wave of pain
A new wave of thought
A new revelation
Of torture once forgot
Swallowing solitude
Chewing glass urns
Blood in a mouth
Cut by jagged laughter
Ash in teeth
From a dead dream cremation
The nighmare builds
And eclipses creation
The body begins a terrible tremble
Down past what's left of the soul
To find a place where you once would hide
When you had no where else to go
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