Neaomach

Caught in the onslaught of despair
i harken to the sight of the moon
my dreams to give life up as it was
and plant it into simple memory
contort my emotions
into plays of melodrama
to stand alone and face the harshest night
is a fear i must conquer
as oceans set sail on whisps of torrent winds
and set them afire
alas i have lsot hope of ever coming clean
before i journey further on this path
i awaken to the heart that i hold dear
and rest upon the arms that give me warmth
i thought once more that this
was more than words can say
but now its just a dream, just a dream