A Dream

Breathe. . .in.
Breathe. . .out.
I feel a storm arise inside my soul,
Washing away the decay of yesterday.

All I sense is emptiness;
Wheres the love I've been promised?
Fleet, the webs that live, tranquil in my eyes,
And inside these walls, the spiders lurk near.

O', consume me.
Convulse, I do, where wilting flowers cry,
Tho' I yearn for some other existence.
Bound to this forsaken dream.

I bare my scars;
I bare my innocence.
Chained, nor tied to this crucifix,
That reminds me, everyday. . .of the pain.