Bleeding Dreams

as they consume the wood within -

the most true circle of life we can see.

Before you drift, stranger

let me ask ya what many have heard

me inquire...

Do you bleed in your dreams as I do?

Ev'ry night since the first moon of manhood

shone down upon my slumber, the

Reaper, in his infinite glory, has mocked

my absolute existence.

Never a birth; just a memory of

new beginnings.

Never a death; just endings.

Each passing is a walk, too

close to the Sun.

Each life is a possession

of a body void of soul.

And myself, merely the

lucky bastard who drew

the shortest straw.

Enjoy your sleep, stranger.