take this dream away from me; i'll cry and perhaps it will sting. i fell through an already broken glass window filled with remnant shards of dicontent and hate. disappoinment burning through this ever deepening wound, cutting deeply, oh so deeply. time itself will never mend, but nor will we, these secrets restraining us from ourselves. sleep inside deep within i hold i keep i lie to even myself. i keep holding on, holding out, holding for what i know i can never hold. despite my whoring ambitions, my indign, wasted feats, i'll hold to them with dying breath 'til one day you recognize me, realize that i do breathe. i feel i think i know; just as well as you know that i existed once; perhaps i will again. 'til then i'll only fight myself; my hell becomes thine own.