Is this what it feels like,
when boredom sets in
and your mind becomes one endless
whirlpool of chaos?
Is this how the dream's
supposed to end,
just collide with the stars and crash
back to the sea?
Is is supposed to be
just one facade
after another, blending in to this nitemare
we dream over again?
Is there nothing more
waiting for me,
behind this darkness, the shadows blocking
the fate I never wished to see?
Is this all you can feel,
the screams of silence,
yearning to be heard above the whispers
of their insanity?
Was I ever anything
beyond your emptiness,
the dreams you let go and could never
hope to regain?
Was I ever enough
for you to proclaim
that maybe this dream could be the one
to take those feelings away?
