A strange connection to the World
Feeling and seeing as you may not.
Among the dreams of the fallen
Do we all fall in to utter death.
Forged my dreams by night and
Dreamed in day. I’ve run out of dreams
Searching any where for something to
Look at in my mind and now
My death is my dreams and
My innocence is taken; I’m scared.
Famine from Light, abundance of
Black and words a-fire molded
My sanity to fluctuate
Between colours of all shades.
Painted masks at arms reach;
A traveler of Souls.
My 1st time at Glorias… the shrimp was WOW
one love.
