Dreams

So broken, never standing tall
So afraid of that final fall

My dreams seem so close to me
Waiting to become that fantasy

Holding onto with every breath
My perfect life, after my prefect death

Eyes always shut so tight
Cry my tears to say good night

All my love has been thrown away
Dream by the hours of each day

I have at last reached the end
In need of time for my heart to mend

Longing for the sharp cold blade
I am failing in my last crusade

Running, skipping, swimming, flying
Am I dreaming or just dying?