In a broken dream, fractured screams, heartless downward funnel, Tangled, grinding gears, creeping fears, through a darkened tunnel. Lurking about, out, threatening doom. Bitter cold doubts, shout, howl at the moon. It’s just the press and the stress of the living. Brings the shadows of ghosts evil dead. You hear the mob coming near unforgiving. Hanging on by a thread. Plans that we made, now, crumbling sand. Dreams get waylaid, wow, Woe Wonderland. In nightmares, trying to outrun the ocean. Heartless tidal waves hounding your heels. A crushing monolith with only one notion, to steal and conceal. In a broken dream, all can seem hopeless, bleak, and dark. Cowering like a lamb next to wolves on Noah’s Ark. Lurking about, no, don’t let ‘em in. Smirking they shout, but, don’t let ‘em win.
