What happens when the wounds are licked dry? |
Every night I lay down to sleep... dreamless. I drift to an oblivion... dreamless. Your departure can only inspire me for so long. Then I get taped out... and I'm dreamless. Maybe one day soon in my life, the visions will come back to me. But until that day arrives in my life, I'll be dreamless still. There's little hope for me. They say the greatest musings come from dreams. But what if your dreams come true... and vanish? A long time ago, a dream came true. Then came a nightmare, and the dream vanished. What on Earth happened? God, tell me what I did to have this gift taken, thus wiping out my dreams. I can only cry over my wounds for so long. Soon my energy's drained, and I'm museless. Why did things have to end up this way? What did I do to deserve this strife? Nothing will stablize until benevolent inspiration strikes me. But until that day arrives in my life, I'll be dreamless still. Is there hope for me? Loving... can it happen? I can't determine if such a thing can happen again. It can't. I'm dreamless, thus I'm hopeless. I'm hopeless, thus I'm dreamless. Your departure has left me with an abysmal void. And now so much time has passed, I doubt this can ever change. Sometimes I'll sit around and cry out your name despite I know it's futile. You won't come running. I know I can't bring you back, for I don't have that power. Thus I'll continue to sit around... visionless. One night I lay my head down on a pillow. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. There you were. Unlike many dreams, you were kind to me. We were together again. Why is that? There you held me after all this time, and we wandered 'round like close friends do. It was then when you held me and without speaking told me that everything would be alright. Though I can't say gone is my strife, I'll no longer mill over woes that have met me. There's now something helping me, reviving my will, changing my life in a subtle way. I'm now not nearly as dreamless as I had been in months past. I still will pine for you, but maybe that hurt will fade. Now that day has arrived in my life. The dreams now will come to me. |