When Roses Wilt
Introduction
They call you crazy
If you can see ghosts and monsters in person, But if you see them in dreams, You're simply a 'terror dreamer'.
A real collection Of real dreams, put into poems.
(In progress, it's takeing time to copy these into the coputer)
Tears
When I cry
I feel the warmth of my tears.
They comfort me
The clock keeps ticking
yet I do not cease to cry.
The people around me,
they walk on by
as I cry oh as I cry
They turn a blind eye to my tears
The people I know, the people I love
They walk on by
As I cry oh as I cry.
Who lay in the coffin
I stand in a white room
With no windows
Or sun that can light the eerie gloom
The gloom I feel in my soul,
In my soul, I feel a pain.
But Why But Why?
Two stands with white roses
Stood by the ends of a coffin
Dressed in purple,
painted in black.
But inside lay a girl
A girl I knew, I know.
But my mind fails to identify who.
who? who? WHO!?
But that girl is not dead,
No, she breaths!
But she is surly dying.
Her eyes open and look at me.
Dressed in a fine white dress
her skin white as a pearl,
Unlike me, unlike me!
Covered in a black dress
I am, I am.
The same as the girl,
but yet I am black,
black, black, like a raven
She breaths, in a whisper,
that shakes my soul
"Stop, you must stop, or I will die!"
At that moment I am thrust into her and I lay dead
She was me, I am her
and yet we are separate
But now we are both dead.