I woke up this morning and I cried.
Mom, my dream was terrible, you died;
Echoes of mourning subside, tears dry.
Why won’t dying dreams leave my bedside?

This is one of many dying dreams.
Always people I love most, it seems.
Leaving me unraveled at the seams.
The worst is when I hear their screams.

I don’t know why this happens to me.
Could it just be my anxiety?
I’m tired of my mind’s ****** spree.
Please, God, somebody, let me be free.

Speechless
That is what I've become
Use to have words flying through my mind
Now there is total silence

Mind freezes still
Heart aches
For the first time
Happiness isn't faked

Head spinning
Thoughts start to race
Pounds of the soul
Beat harder than ever before

Confusion sets in
At this puzzling action
The eyes wander aimlessly
As the mind tries to grasp

Grasping on thin straw
The mind collapses
Lost in utter chaos
To what it has become

The smiles consist
The laughs genuine
The feeling of safety
The passion of hope

Feelings that are foreign
Ones I've never experienced
Now become known
As I meet you now

Lost and betrayed
This chest starts to waver
Heart pounding faster
Threatening to break free

Confusion here at last
Fully settled in
The mind is now silent
Once again

Eyes can't stop staring
Lips can't stop smiling
Ears beg for the voice
From the one they adore

Pain starts to peek
Holding tightly to the heart
Not sure of what to do
Or what is going on

Fear rushes in
Throat tightens up
Eyes start pleading
As heart flutters deep

Yearning for attention
Craving your touch
Desperate for approval
Just a simple glance

Mind goes blank
Unclear of whats to come
Time to leave
But don't want it to end

This feeling is confusing
It hurts yet
This sensation is pleasurable
The need to be wanted

Can one hold the bones of dead dreams
With ashes and embers rising in the air
Walking down a grey road with
a beating heart in hand.
Black and chained, strained and pained
to my mind and soul.
For I want to be one who can finally sleep
but with each passing day, I can't seem
to find rest, or peace.
When will it end...?
The method to my madness.
The rage of instability.
The constant lashes and screams of self-doubt.
I feel so hollow...
Tell me.


What remains when a thought is forgotten?
What remains when one feels hollow?

Give me a lover.
Who's silver skin can purify
the sin on mine.
Give me a lover.

Give me a lover
Who's eyes may avert, but that's fine
for their hand I'll never fail to find.
Give me a lover

Just give me a lover.
Who's words write direct to my heart
and who's tongue only ties when we're
in twine.
Give me a lover
Give me a lover
Please give me a lover
Before I fall for another
Give me a lover.