Dream-catcher

Keep eating away at me,
Whilst voices reap my grief,
Faltering so namelessly,
And drowning deep beneath;

My inconsistent solitude,
Of spoken words and screams,
Ploughing past the turning point,
To burn my broken dreams;

This ghostly figure shadows me,
Through forests of the grave,
It's waving hand is drowning fast,
Still chasing earthly waves;

Yet far from this relenting hell,
Lie someone else's tears,
Gripping a mind to trade a soul,
For Lucifer and tears;

Bold lightening jumps the gun, from which
I crouch behind and shiver,
A crack of fate leaps forward and a lonely soul doth wither;

Now agony prolonged at last,
Has swallowed someones pride,
And deep inside the mirror land,
A frail figure cries...

I wrote this at the weekend when I was very drunk at about 4am so I'm sorry it doesn't make all that much sense.. Its purely a reflection of my state of mind at that point..