Of whose reality do we dream?

Why Fear Death? It is just another Entrance into Eternity.

These dead stars are my audience
in my concert of pain and sadness.

I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright

Lost inside
dreamers' hallways
Out of sight
through secret doorways

(c) Helen Trevillion

Are we real or just memories of what could have been.

Her dark hair.
Her pale skin.
Blood dripping from her mouth.
What beautiful sin.

Her voice was so beautiful, it fooled the sky and the sea into moving...

She is Beautiful
She'll cut herself with diamonds
She is Gorgeous
She'll hang herself with pearls
A Glamorous suicide
Was the only way to get over you

I only dream in the daylight because the darkness is my cold reality.