Breathless screams awaken
In a brilliant darkness
A nightmares dream
Claws at the bleeding womb
Ripping apart the thoughtless
As I walk down this lonely road one more time
I wish I could see the sparkle of your eyes.
Dreaming of you is all I ever do now
Wishing, waiting, hoping somehow
That I can escape from the future and change the past
To have once again the heart he now has
I see the dark haired beauty siting across from me.
Her eyes catch glimpses of my wandering gaze.
I am drawn into those dream-like eyes.
Like the sea being pulled to the moon.
I am enthralled by her presence.
How can i be so encaptivated by this stranger, by this exotic creature.
Again my gaze drifts to her, intoxicating me with images of silken petals gracefully falling from a dark, mysterious rose.
Who is she, why has she come to me in my dreams?
What is the purpose of this torment, this swell of woe she causes inside of me?
I see it now, the pattern of the dark rose.
It's soul is my own, crying tears of itself unto the land.
The feelings of loss, despair, and remorse that wilt it's life away.
I now know who she is, I remember her voice, her fragrance, those deep sensual eyes...
She is the Siren that pulled me from the edge so long ago.
Encased in the subconscience of my mind,
These dreams and images I see and have,
Are eternal truths of a never-ending death.
A sense of emptiness, a betrayal unto love.
The sense of a requisite unknown.
A heightened awareness of the struggle toward redemption.
The visions of a love I have fallen from,
The uncontrolled plunge into my impending and inevitable fate.
The search for the love I have lost, has lead me into my own fears and uncertainty.
The whispering of the universe invokes in me an inability to act,
Therefore I cannot hear the message it wishes to convey.
I am surrounded by a formless barrier,
Restricting my every move, my every thought,
And every hope and dream I have had now lie shattered at my feet.
Born in the darkness of the mind
Torn from its non-existence
Frozen in the depths of time
Growing from its own persistance
Becoming restless, stirring emotions
Remaining thoughtless, seeing no consequence
Ripping souls, opening wounds
Freeing demons and gods unknown
Can you hear the silent screams
The serenity in my last breath
Can you see these vivid dreams
The prolific nature of my mind
Can you feel the harrowing pain
The chilling rendition of my woe
Can you smell the crimson rain
The tainted aroma of my demise