Poezja

In the dead of night
my defenses start to fall.
My minds craving becomes demanding.
Sleep.
Though I pray for the oblivious black to take me,
I know, my minds only salvation,
is the moments of dreams,
when my mind is to tired to fight
the ever waiting sleep.

Dreams; my minds own drug.
A high of the times that's been,
a world of what-ifs,
paths that could have been,
roads of what should have been.
A world now lost.

In the dead of night
my defenses start to fall.
I tumble over the edge
and find myself lying next to you.
I can feel your warmth behind me.
I can feel your body mold around mine.
I can feel the safety of your arms around me.
I cuddle closer,our love, a soft cloud around me.
God knows, this is where I belong.
You are the beating of my heart,
you are the breath that fills my lungs.
You are my everything.

Longing to be closer,
I roll around to take you in my arms...
A jagged knife through my heart,
when my arm falls into the cold emptiness
of where my mind has made you out to be.
"Just another dream" - another peek at insanity.
As the piercing screams of my agony fills my ears
raw sobs start to rip from my body.
The overwhelming pain of what I lost
becoming to much to bear.
Just to much to bear...

In the dead of night
my defenses start to fall,
as insanities alluring smile
becomes more and more tempting.
Insanity - everlasting dream
of a world that's lost to me.
In the dead of night
my defenses fall to the ground
as insanity takes hold of me
and my mind keeps crying,
"Why is my heart still beating,
when you have stopped breathing?"