Mistakes

A pen that's running out of ink 

A crowded head struggling to think 

A golden chain it's weakest link

His hopes and dreams have died

 

An eye without the sight to see 

Mistakes that just won't let him be

His demons running wild and free 

His Hopes and dreams have died 

 

A garden overrun by weeds 

The cops scratching around for leads 

An open wound no longer bleeds 

His hopes and dreams have died 

 

A light still far too dull to shine 

A fattened butcher ready swine 

Ignored by vlad and Frankenstein 

His hopes and dreams have died 

 

A message that his inbox shows

Has dried the tears from cupid's bows

She's always kept him on his toes

His dreams have come to life