Cemetary Of Broken Dreams
 

Inhale...
Exhale...
Absorb the passion lurking in the savage tenet grove...
Overwhelmed with memories; secret identities of old...
Can you hear the howling of desperate revision?
Disturbing roars of pain, decaying the wounds of incision?
And as I sit beneath the rotting trees of memory...
Stabbing at me like butchers knives, I... I remember everything...
I can still taste the tears of bitter defeat...
Slithering down my bare skin, provoking the weak...
The bruises of desire lingering on my broken frame...
The constant of hopelessness tormenting my pain...
Cradiling the savage birth of barbaric female, sketching insanity...
I can feel the steady erosion, defeating my vanity...
Beaten and bruised, with violent fists of reality...
The swords of childhood slicing the mind of brutality...
And as I lay beneath the moonlight, stars weeping for my pain...
Wind howling through the tombstones, jagged and engraved...
Buried alive at the heartless feet of reverie...
Eating the remains of hopes and desire, destroing my fantasies...
Vines of helplessness wrapping tight around my broken scars...
Enclosing my perception in fierce and hateful prison bars...
As I scream at the serpent voice, echoing inside my head...
I cannot speak... I cannot think... but only regret...
They hunt me down ripping at me like savage and hungry slaves...
Tearing me apart in sickened disgust... quietly I lay and decay...
They rape me... they rape me...
As they gnaw on my bleeding seams...
As we lie in the waking horror...
Here in the Cemetary of Broken Dreams