Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams....

[sign_my_heart]

Pliable dreams mold into plastic fears
His pusillanimous nature is enough to make me laugh
His last efforts were irredeemable
spitting helpless pleas at me
His iridescent soul bleeds
and this I can tell
And yet I stand stagnant
unwilling to lend him my hand
Maybe the burn was enough to scar me forever
Maybe trust is the issue
But its all defined by his desire
and the visiting hours are over