Embracement of Dreams
I hear the whine of people singing my name pretending everything is fine hiding in their own shame Disgusting the very stance of vanity, wiltting flowers who seek the pleasure of glance of beauty from criers Then finally blushing red within the very voice of Love from the sweetest lad in short, dreamless sleep I have Days sicken every fiber of my beings and I'm searching for darkness where there are no moan and feelings only Love I brought from sickness Then finally find him there waiting in the quiet battlefield smiling so true everywhere and his soft face become my shield In his embrace I shall rise