Trainted Dreams

Silent songs that rip through sleep,
vexation.

Cryptic words ripping these eyes,
awake.

Tossing for an explaination;
for clairifacation;
for redemtion.

Where is the revelation amongst this misery?

Glazed over thoughts,
heavy with sleep and burden.

This bleeding sun rises to prove an unnerving point.

Dreams still linger,
alloyed with conscious thought.

Heavy, is reality to the waking mind.
Aptitude to control active thought fails.

Drop these broken dreams;
into the fizzling pit of abashment,
enough to destroy a exhausted mind.

Pierce these lips,
so that they remain frozen and still.

Secrets hide in the dust,
scattered with the illusion of thought...