a building so run down;
a building of damaged dreams,
with nothing more to see.
once full, now too old for memory
it falls finally,
so tired of everything.

Dancing between demons and dreams
Why did I leave?
When did I get here?
When did I start this spark in the dark?
Lost in my fear
Frost frozen clear
To everyone but me
But here I spin in uncertainty
Is all this dreaming a poison or a cure to me?