Faded dreams and twisted things.

Faded dreams; they whisper,
wrapped in darkest silk,
binded within sadness,
my dreams; they burn in hell.

Twisted things; they know me,
owned by my nightmares,
sickened with sadness,
a savior I shall seek,
for I know in my heart I'm a freak.

I dream of broken cups,
covered in dark black dust,
I dream of one day feeding,
on souls that were deceiving,
I dream the dreams I will not speak of, for you'll just want a peak of inside the one who owns them.

-Flaming