Tainted Dreams.

Mind is tainted with the colors of my dreams,
Heart is painted with the life of my choices,
Lips are strained to say something,
But eyes are alive; wide open.
Hand are stained from my blood,
Flown free whilst the struggle to be free.
To chase my dreams. To catch and keep them safe,
I sound the bells of my train of thoughts.
And begin again, following my dream.
To a land where I’ll be safe and sound. Dreams will be kept alive but still.
As to the promises that I’ll keep.
As I’ve loved and I’ve lost.
Though love is a boon, to lose is a bane.
Then again my dreams will not be the same.