Trampled in the dirt
a maroon stained ring...
I remember when
we stood in laughing summer meadows...
We once believed in unicorns,
and dreamt of flying upon the wind...
The quiet fire burns deep-----
Dreamchaser...
Some things in life are tragic,
some things seem so unfair...
A broken heart can
kill you as much...
I remember
standing in my lawn...
Ragged scarecrow bones
clacking in the midnight wind...
He had eyes of
bluish fog gray...
Crimson blood scratchings
poetry exorcism...
(J'aurais toujours faim de toi)
Once upon a daydream...
Hard to dodge shrapnel
cut by falling jagged shards...