dream. i dont dream anymore i said as i walked away her mouth was as wide as the day is long and through the mist i could hear the song of tears pour from the lips of that imperfect angel fallen from grace until i saw the stream beneath my feet and i could never believe that i mean so much me, an empty shell nothing but skin incapable of interaction of love or fear but i really couldnt care less if i tried shes just another sad story told by its own creator.
