Awoken by nothing,
I sat there alone,
The rain was pouring,
Another thing I was prone.
Sitting up wards into the pitch black,
I visualize my past and gradually think back.
This mess haunts me,
Terrorizes my dreams,
Eradicates my obscene face,
And Silences all the screams.
A lost love is a love earned,
But in my eyes its a love burned.
Scorched and Punctured,
Torn and Tattered,
The broken heart that never mattered.
Hanging discreetly among st the doves,
and the ones who have actually found true love,
But only two hearts are labeled insane,
The ones who were opposed and were sentenced to remain,
The whispers of those who were deeply in pain,
Suffered the living with incurable veins.
The lightning flashes,
I see our future,
Living so brightly along the shore,
I pray this lasts forever, more.
The Second lightning flashes,
I see two caskets,
labeled our names with two flower baskets.
I scream to the next flash,
Shows my children that I never had,
They were brought up in an unloved life,
And all that did was label me bad..
Another flash makes writing on the wall,
Tells me they hear and see all,
My motions my whispers,
My acts of over exposure.
They say if I don't stop,
They will end it for me,
And if I leave,
They will surely find me.
But I am not scared,
This must be a dream,
None of this can happen,
Or so It would seem..
Awoken by nothing,
I sat there alone,
The rain was pouring,
Another thing I was prone...
