Wishers never dream

Dreamers never wish their dreams away

Fighters never cry, lovers will always die

I never wish, but always dream

For dreams are hopes, desires that scream

I never blow my candles out

I never hope but am always with doubt

Of the final dream, that dream was you

But instead of dream, I always do.

My breathing hurts, my heart beats slowly,

My mind swims, cries for all I will never be

Darkness lurks, hiding in shadow

Waiting in filth to deal that final blow

A light, a breeze upon my face

A scent of better things, of a different place

“You are not free…though in your heart the pain resides”

“Be at rest, for the love in you heart shall make you spirit abide”

A cry at this being, this bearer of tidings

Good news or bad, my mind thinks, this being brings

My breath becomes lurched and I smile once more

“Let me live,” I whisper, I implore

“You shall.”

“I shall.”