You were my dreams come true. Gentle calming zephyr for my chained soul.
A balm to my mercurial heart.
Little did I know empty dreams seem more real than reality.
Sordid, bitter and scathing.
No dream lasts forever. Some just last long enough to drain the
Last will to trudge on…
Like the undrained pus in a fermenting scar.
Tell me how to stop this churning in my soul. Stripping me of love, warmth, the very life blood that runs through my veins still.
Let it lie still, the memories of us, the future no longer beckons warmly. Lost in a mist so thick,
I’m afraid we no longer have the blind man’s stick to guide us.
All will come to naught.
All will fall apart.
You will set sail.
The chains will no longer hold.
