In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.
Drown me at nighttime, for I am yearning to have your face be seen before I let myself die.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
Sorrowful abode of muffled voices dispirited of its silent thoughts.