Your lukewarm fingers gently touched <br />the covers of my heart, <br />opening up the book of my life.. <br />but..why would you read some lines <br />to uncover the dismal, <br />bitter boiling poison of my years? <br />no longer, through my veins flows <br />a blood that must keep me alive, <br />whilst I'm traped in the clenched <br />hands of never-ending night.. <br />therefore, I must go, and yet taste <br />the kiss of death, the kiss of time. <br /> <br />would you like to share my dying dreams? <br /> <br />In one's arms I used to seek for shelter, <br />and looked again into his eyes.. <br />but all I saw was self-destruction <br />and the deadly chaos spiraling <br />up towards my troubled mind. <br />maybe back then, it wasn't love at all.. <br />or he wasn't the one, I was told. <br />still, in my dying dreams he's there <br />and glimpses of love break the silence- <br />where have our memories gone? ! let's see <br />could they be beyond the grave? -LOVE is.. <br />the kiss of life, sweet kiss of death!<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-dreams/
