A Dream Is A Dream Of Itself Part 2

In the loneliest day,

For lonely days are livid;

Kill the rose that writes its confessions

Let the rose be blind in its thoughts

Let it dance nude in nature's heart

Let it feed my childhood to the bears,

And my heart soars a lot in depth

How deep is the death of a poet?

I find my heart in sudden tears

When sudden things go awry

And here I stray away

To an unknown forest;

An unknown forest of the trees

And my sanity is haunted by past events

What love is livid in dreams?

So kiss the knot that Cupid loathes

Let us die in this bitter poison that is blood

For blood is the poison that keeps us down

Yet we are still alive--

Roses, roses

Bring dead poses

Let us die within the roses;

And a dream is a dream of itself

Shall I be all alone in this world?

I am very intelligent in my past

And the world is changing every second

How shall we evolve around each other

When the river is now blue?

For heaven is tried and true--

Keep me astray until the sun comes out,

And when the sun comes out, let me be;

For my past loves have come to haunt me

In a dream of a dream in itself

The beds are warm

And these hearts are blinding

And the sweet wind blows in the east

Where are my hallow loves that once were?

True leaps of faith and the dying rose

Reflect upon the ground.