Illusions . . .

The dreams
They speak to me.
They kick
And scream
And remind me constantly.
Will they let me forget?
Never.
They com into my consciousness,
Haunting me,
Making me yearn for what i can't have.
For what i threw away.
I cant run away.
It's all i see.
Illusions of what was once real,
But now is only a dream.
It tortures my existence
Taking me captive
And chaining me up
Against the dank, cold wall
Of imagination.
Everything chained up with cobwebs and ruins.
Good dreams,
Bad dreams,
In-between dreams,
All one by one
Rotting in this room,
Like skin on a dead mans corpse.
But what can we do?
We're chained up on wall and STUCK.
And so we wait...
To see what happens next