Fresh cuts on my skin, <br />Bleeding Christ, <br />Losing faith... <br /> <br />There is frost on my dreams, <br />There are fresh cuts on my hope... <br />There is dust on my faith! <br /> <br />It’s like a scream <br />Caught in a mild wind, <br />There is dust on my dreams! <br /> <br />Only words in the wind, <br />They have no shelter, <br />My will is shattered! <br /> <br />There is death lurking by, <br />Near my dreams... <br /> <br /> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dreams-2/
