Disenchanted Dreamer

Closing of the mind, the whispers run deep
Rocking gently the soul to sleep
In the hands of one's driven lust
The spirit is played of the lover's trust
Of thus renowned of the secrets been shared
In her heart the hope that he'll always be there
The trying of times, in denial of truth
The visual aids, in rejecting the proof
The practiced restraint of the longing desires
Entirely they're known as the resistance retires
Wanting desperately, the illusion is shared
Out of two the fear only one of them cares
The melodious sorrow devastating the heart
Ravaging the dreamer, tearing sharply apart
The nerves singing verses to anguished lullabies
Songs that still haunt as the dreamer yet cries

~Written 2002, April 1st

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