Scream
Silent dream that wakes me not, a scream that can’t be heard
My final breath that can’t be drawn, A thought that has no word
Pacing floor that can’t be walked, cold sweat that can’t be felt
I can not wake to shake this dream, And ponder cards been dealt
I bolt but can not run from this.. my very own hell
So lay here I must stay not go silent lips, words can not tell
I have not moved but traveled far a rose did come my way
In my hand I held so tight but alas it died this day
The pedals lay so quiet
Piled Upon the ground
They fell their final glory, they fell without a sound.....
