I dream without dreaming,
for sleep is but a waste.
To dream is my dream,
and my wish,
if but only for a taste.
The dardness is my comfort,
the shadows are my prison.
To think of anything different is beyond my field of vision.
The anger and fear is a beast begging to be set free,
it grows and swells inside till there is nothing left of me.
I look to the moon in desperation
my great goddess in times of need.
Her comfort do i yearn for,
her wisdom do i need.
But still i dont get either of the things i need the most.
I simply move deeper into the shadows,
an involuntary host.
I dream one day to free myself from this prison i inhabit,
but untill that day all i can do is dreamlesly dream about it.
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Isis101
04:57 Sep 13 2011
Nice!