The Death of Dreams comes like a fire at night,

There is no one who can save you, no matter how hard you fight.

You struggle and beat your fists on the walls,

But we all know the out come when death calls.

We lay in a stupper, our eyes glazed and unclear,

Matters not our loved ones who lay so near.

They can't see him come, for in our minds he does roam,

Silently he creeps into this disorganized home.

With a sythe of black steel, as dark as ebony eyes,

He smells the dreams like a hound, his ears are drawn to our sighs.

"Ahhh a Dreamer, thinking his life COULD be grand!!"

Its comes as a whisper, to my feet I quickly stand.

I see but a shadow, a wisp of smoke in the night,

My breath held in, my heart beating with fright!

I see it come closer, see a glint of moonlight on steel,

Down swings his blade but no pain I do feel.

But still something is missing, I cant tell just what,

Like something is stolen, like a boys virginity from a two dollar slut.