Rusted Red Dreams

My Dreams go up in Flames
as the Ashes dance around in the breeze
Crimson runs down my face
as I cry out for all the things I'll never do.

Gone are the hopes Of Grander things to come
Scattering into the breeze mixing in with the Ash
to make a dull grizzly Paint that cakes onto my heart

Red with rust the ideas I use to Have
add it into the mix
My heart bleeds with what i have lost.
An Empty shell is what I have become