Sleeping, Sleeping,
I am Sleeping,
Sheding my fears,
Making way for peace,
Dreams come and I am soundless,
As Winter frosts over my mind,
And flakes fill the evergreens,
A soft crunching of snow,
Enters my painting,
Of a beautiful world,
One not marred by mankind,
And its negligent mistakes,
Free of idiotic labels,
And unnessessarily wasted time.
A world without suffering.
I live happily in this world,
Until a voice calls my name,
A name that calls me out of peace,
Into the darkness of reality.
I am Sleeping,
Dreams come and I am soundless,
As Winter freezes over me.
 Dark_Wolf_Shadow15 · Wed Jun 25, 2008 @ 07:52pm · 0 Comments |
