Gasping

Tear drops lost
Amongst rainfall;
Disguised there
Falling to the sea.

Dreaming dead thoughts
In a shadow in the night
Beneath a dark oak tree
And full of fright.

Fantasy that rests
In a tomb of death
Unrealized rain;
A failing gasp of breath.

Clutching upwards,
Tyranical storms bellow
With an echo of sounds
From a dying fellow.

Resting in bed
Tired from a killing spree
Holding to your head
So thoughts wont break free.