When i dream i dream of sorrow, <br />My dreams are long and dark, <br />I can hear the sond but never see the color, <br />My dreams leave me awake some nights thinking, <br />Some dreams are more of a story, <br />But all have sarrow and pure sadness, <br />The trees are dead im the last alive, <br />All my dreams end the same, <br />A rock and a bang, <br />The rock is the earth, <br />More sorrow then the night before, <br />My dreams are deep and make me wright things like this, <br />The more i dream the more i cry, <br />The more i cry the more i think about my own death, <br />Will a die at 90 of age or 15 from a gun, <br />Will the killing ever stop, <br />Will we ever know how the world ends, <br />My dreams paint a dark and stormy picture, <br />My poems paint a clear, <br />My mind crys of dark things like this, <br />My hart crys harder and harder, <br />Between sweet and sour, <br />I think the end will end sour, <br />Are we to end in fire or ice, <br />You chose i would rather end in ice,<br /><br />Samantha Guinen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dreams-of-sorrow/
