As curtains fall
and pen touches paper
Feel my blood pulsing
through my cold fingers

I begin to dream and end
with a scene
Beautiful imagery
standing still

Hoping I'll fall through
this ink smeared paper
feel the of warmth on my skin
a bit longer and the feeling of laughter

Until I give in
and crumple this prose
into a misshapen paper ball
To hell with this lie
and the stories i've
been told

I only want what is real
I only want what I can feel

I need to be able to touch the soul
within
And feel the passion in this
world that I'm in

One day victory will be mine
One day I'll find what is mine