Porcelain

by Poetically Speaking   Dec 4, 2004


In my dreams I'm dying all the time
I see you in a distant reflection
Running trying to catch up
You never do

In my dreams
They say you're a fiend
The truth about what you've done to me
In my dreams I'm dying to lie
I'm flying to try
I'm dreading your reply

In my dreams you run by
In my minds eye
I'm shy

I awake to greet a face of mute
Staring back into my eyes
A sleeping menace
Which haunts my dreams
Those porcelain eyes
Drill into my mind
A haunting memory of helpless time

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