Dream a Little Darkness

Cobblestone betrayl is the path that lies ahead of me
my bare feet frostbitten from the wintry words
that howl from your lips, like the cruel norhthern winds.
I come to a black pool
with faces peering at me.
Those whom I trusted and adored
sneering at me, with the fangs showing
smiling mokingly, full of condensation.
Beckoning me to step into the murky waters
a black abyss, calling to that part of my soul,
the part that I am fighting to ignore,
the part that is somewhat stronger than I am
who wants to give in to the anger
and grief and misery that I am drowning myself in.
My gaze is locked
I can't seem to break free from the mesmorizing tint of the water,
it's tantalizing sense of freedom,
if I give in to the song of the lonely,
of the broken
of the damn.
I put my hand to the surface of the water
and I softly caress my cheek.
Staring at my reflection I seen the sunken eyes
hollow cheeks,
who i am?
I cup hands and I
take a drink from the water of sorrow
and my thirst is quenched.
I wake up in a start
the alarm clock blaring
wake
up.
I walk to the window
and I see the sky
so grey
so blue
so
ever changing
and I turn the alarm clock
and I
fall into bed
and dream of the Pool Of Tears.