Sleeping, Sleeping, I am Sleeping, Sheding my fears, Making way for peace, Dreams come and I am soundless, As Winter frosts over my mind, And flakes fill the evergreens, A soft crunching of snow, Enters my painting, Of a beautiful world, One not marred by mankind, And its negligent mistakes, Free of idiotic labels, And unnessessarily wasted time. A world without suffering. I live happily in this world, Until a voice calls my name, A name that calls me out of peace, Into the darkness of reality. I am Sleeping, Dreams come and I am soundless, As Winter freezes over me.
Dark_Wolf_Shadow15 · Wed Jun 25, 2008 @ 07:52pm · 0 Comments |