Conscience of the dead

As purple clouds drift overhead,
Peaceful dreams of living dead,
Wake in true sunset skies,
Upon an earth of eternal lies.

The world turns gray,
It's a cold biting day,
Stop your screaming,
They are all dreaming.

Whispered voices hover in the air,
Preying on the weak and fair,
Hush now, for "the fallen" dream,
Crimson tides, fall to the stream.

Dreams of a lost past,
Everything is going to fast,
Whispers of forgotten bliss,
Memory of a forgotten kiss.

Hopes and heart aches,rest on a blade,
Memories start to fade,
Confusing what's here, and what's lost,
To numb the pain, but at what cost?

A wave of guilt,
Seeks the shelter he has built,
Teeth and nails against the wall,
Leaving the dead body in the hall.

* collaboration with screenager, thanks hun for this, i love working with you, you're such a talent, we HAVE to do this again some time ;) *