My dreamcatcher wistfully sways
He knows what my words can't say
It will take more than just feathers
To get the thorns off my head
My charcoal desires burn red
Not with love but with regret
Faithful dreams now wished away
Nightmares is all that wants to stay
My dreamcatcher lightly sways
Mocking me with it's deliberate pace
He knows my life it moved too fast
Dreary now, it had once been a blast
Upside down before a second could pass
It set me aside like one does a cast
My dream catcher diabolically smirks
He says to me
How innocent of you to think this way
That the evil in you could be driven away
That your tainted thoughts could free your mind
Alas Your deeds really aren't that kind
Tortured you'll be, as long as you sleep
"Dream catchers wont catch your tears, they'll make sure you weep."
YOU ARE READING
DEAD FEELINGS
PoezjaPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
