Standing, in the gathering darkness
in the fading light of the bleeding sun,
Hooded and cloaked,
amongst the dying trees
Golden cursed tears of scattered forever,
Falling from white eyes,
ringed in black
Decisions to stay held
aloft,
A leaf blown through out time on the breeze of
Eternity
Or,
To wake a heart, cursed with forever
Knowing
That the bearer of such a cursed heart
Will fade, as the colour of a rose lain upon an immortal grave
Dying trees can't speak
and reflections held in mortal tears
Evaporate~A

Are flowers without petals
Simply ugly weeds and nettles?
Do the leaves
from the trees
On the breeze
ever settle?

Are the songs without words
Ever truly properly heard?
Or do their sounds
float around
Toward the ground
in the dirt?

Is the blue inside your eyes
A fallen piece of all the skies?
Or could it be
a trick to me?
It's not funny
or at all wise

Can I keep on dreaming
Up a new life
One without strife
Where I’m alright
If I have to live here
I will block the world out
Living in my dream world

In this world
I’m a free deer
I tend to spend more
Of my time here
Living here in peace
There is so much space here
I am made of stars

Can I keep on dreaming
Up a new life
One without strife
Where I’m alright
If I have to live here
I will block the world out
Living in my dream world

In here
I don’t have to deal with
My depression
No acceptance
Ignorant
To the world around

Can I keep on dreaming
Up a new life
One without strife
Where I’m alright
If I have to live here
I will block the world out
Living in my dream world