A Tale As Old As Time

Once upon a time, I was taken for granted.

The end.


“Dreaming in the Dark”

You’re on the verge of mesmerizing phantoms
The dead eyes realize the power of their gaze
And their heavy tongues wasted in dry moans
And in sequence, the wasting sighs play like a phase
A tantalizing dreamer can only hope
For a chariot will take away all her lost faith
To the spiteful darkness she will hide
But in that darkness she will find peace to cope

“Wishes, Hopes, & Dreams”

Feeling your breathing.
Inside of me like wishes.
You are hopes and dreams.