Reminded of dreams trashed and scattered,
Of things once gold, that now never mattered.
Of longings deferred and hopes lost.
And knowing the full price was paid at terrible cost.
Dreaming the same dream again and again,
Screaming inside for it to end.
But the broken record is stuck and won’t move on,
So every night the dreamworld replays the song.
A song of anger, a song of love and lies,
A song of shadows and dust and tear worn eyes.
A song of empty words and broken promises still spoken,
A song of broken dreams, broken homes, life, simply broken.
The dreamworld knows exactly how to haunt,
Together with the demons, they mock and taunt.
However, conclude your jest, for sunrise is near.
The record will be fixed when dawn appears.
No more tears to stain these eyes
As the sun’s rays expose the shadows of your lies.
Though night and dreams shall surely return,
An inferno now rages and all night it shall burn
To light the way and give sight to the blind,
To purge the shadows and demons from this mind,
To turn to ash all the brokenness inside,
To destroy the wall of secrets and lies behind which you hide.
Thus, dreamworld come and do your worst,
Drink of this blood until you have quenched your thirst.
For fallen seven times yet seven times arisen,
No longer bound by these shadows in your self-centered prison.
Though once beaten and battered, now bloody no more,
Dipped in the river and standing strong upon the shore.
RavenHeart 4/21/11
