Distant shores of the dark ebony nights
lost in a dream of forevermore,
twisted turning the ocean of breezes
fly outside deaths door.
White strung clouds hang in the balance
of the blue days sunshine,
singing of times lost in the ever ending nexus,
where softly blowing breezes push away the pain.
The songs sung are sad and lonely,
the writings done are dark and dreary,
but the light retreats and be come fluid
with the shadows as they surround us.
Tantalizing terrors trigger mans imagination
while dull vision clouds it,
sugary suckers so sweet burst upon our senses
and rot that which would be our teeth.
Liquefying horror stalks our very souls
forever seeking out the chinks in our armor,
some win and some lose but forever is the morrow,
can you see the inky darkness that comes around us?
Tommorrow's yesterdays become today's disappointment,
can you hear the screams of the damned,
the songs of the angels fallen from heavens very skies,
can you see that we will all become one.
Wanting to be with you my life is consumed
with the waking thoughts and the ever lasting dreams,
twisting with the tides of lover's tryst,
gone in a minutes blinking of an eye.
In a moments glance the doors have forever closed,
the window has locked and been bolted shut,
dreams become nightmares,
love becomes dust in the wind.
Adding your comment:
There are definite alliterations going on within this piece, Poet. There are, however, several minor typos that need to be corrected, as they do detract somewhat from the strength of your piece. Good luck in the contest. 
