My Dreams

My Dreams

Another night staring upon this hollow screen
Watching my hands, as they press against sorrow
Magic pours from my bleeding soul
As I paint this picture in black and white

Slowly the screen fills with letters
As my mind ponders with in life
Tracing the outline of my heart
Here the thoughts are laid out right

Another piece of my soul is shown
As I speak of what I do not understand
My mind, my heart, my soul.
Oh how some times I wish I could just scream

Another night in front of this hollow screen
Typing the words that can not leave my lips
Pouring through my finger tips
Is the story of my dreams