Mangled Dreams

Sweeping the dust under the rug,
Rust on my metal heart,
Shotgun slug to my chest,
Believing the rainbows, but they always run away
Heart fluttering like a out of control balloon,
My dreams weren't shattered, they were mangled,
And my veins are tangled, a hell inside me,
Once was in heaven but I fell through the clouds,
Came to the Earth enveloped in a lightning bolt,
A comet, but I'm not the devil,
I'm normal as normal can be,
Looking for something to see, something other than black,
Tell me what colors are because I don't see them.
Red-the color of the blood that flooded from my chest,
Green-the color of the tree I cry under til I fell to sleep,
Blue-the color of my tears...
Colorblind, looked for the silver lining,
but it doesn't look silver it looks gray,
All the clouds are gray, where is the sun?
My dreams were mangled,
They were strangled,
Tried to find a escape, I thought I escaped,
Died then when my corpse lied there I got raped,
Used up, as the life evaporated from my eyes,
Razor-blades of grass pierce my skin, like the words you threw at me,
Hearing the screams burst from my wounded chest like a grenade,
Self-destructing my sanity and normality,
Look at the clouds of which I used to rest my head,
And now I see that my dreams are dead,
And the clouds were never there,
Waving the reality of this world goodbye,
Until one day, it destroyed my one love,
Resurrecting countless ghosts from my mind,
Controlling the past, future, & present.
Until I got a present, a dream.
Except, I couldn't afford this,
My twisted being wouldn't see this,
When all I saw was a nightmare,
Staring through a peephole to see that wasn't me,
It was someone else who brought this on me,
Who? An antagonist to my story,
We all have a story,
What is your antagonist?
Small or big, its all the same,
They all weigh people down,
Ozone, entrapped in this hell,
But death is the key,
The key of being set free,
There is a paradise beyond the fire,
Something you may not see,
But you have to believe,
I have hope, even though my dreams have been mangled.
There are clouds in this broken city.