Cut my back to open my wings
Now my bloodied wings set me free
Fly me to the land of broken dreams
...there I lay and die in a goodnight sleep
The journey was not great
Long and bleak
Adventure I seek
Excitement I need
New I breath
Nothing I see
Tired was the case
Darkness was the embrace
.....Combined was the death
Reasoning was burned
Acceptance was learned
To the land of broken dreams I turned
Voices said fly away
Voices said don't stay another day
Voices said the land will treat me good.....
Cut my back to open my wings
Now my bloodied wings set me free
Fly me to the land of broken dreams
...there I lay and die in a goodnight sleep
YOU ARE READING
The Land of Broken Dreams
PoetryI was really tired and for some reason was thinking about Rudolph the red nose reindeer and the land of broken toys. This is the baby of those thoughts and the tiredness. Yeah I don't care if that made sense or not.
