Dreams

It's the most pathetic piece of writing... i know i know
But i posted it anyways. Enjoy puking.

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We always find ourselves at the bottom.
Feeling condemned as the city Sodom.
We ask who we can blame for our mishaps.
And morph our twisted dreams into a tangible phantom.

Heavens you do not dare to gaze upon,
Thoughts that penetrate imagination,
Molding trepidation to fall on,
It oozes infinite deadly poison.

Hoping is something you trusted before.
To dream a better end is a bitter end
And most of them stay lost in the ocean
And have their host roam far from the shore.

Heard the caesura in the devils song,
Euphoria, for it I hurt, I long,
Half a seconds time given to try breath.
Warmth I have not felt since my hearts death.

And she blew air into my broken lungs.
She gave me wings to fly away from earth.
To finally escape the devils throngs.
And showed me how to dream life were joy is not dearth.

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Hmm... so much views up to now, more than what i expected, but no one is saying anything or voting either.
Is the poem really that bad?