Empty
A blue haze surrounds me
As I lay in a pool of my own blood and tears
Foolishly I hope this is a dream
And my dreams are reality
'Cause my dreams taste much sweeter
In my dreams instead of blood
I taste honeysuckle and peaches
And sunlight beams on green grass
In my dreams you’re wrapped around me
Like vines on a tree
I breathe you in, you breathe me out
In my dreams I feel “amazing grace
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me”
But this isn’t another dream
I am wretched and loney
While wolves taste my flesh
I fall off of my own bones
Like a tender meat
Still fresh
I look away only to see you
As you were in my dreams
White doves carrying you away
I cry out for you
And your brown eyes see me
But your heart is deaf to the sounds
And I lay before you, dying a painful death
Crying for you to hold me once more
And you let me die with empty arms
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