Defying gardens

All the memories of tomorrow
makes my dreams seem week and hollow
All those fights I fought
seems like an abyss of thought
The power is weakened and obscure
like the path I walk with fear.
Troubles may arise and overpower
twisting the moods - turning them sour
Drifting I stand with my head in the sky
Restless peace - a spreading lie...
Somehow we all awake at the sound
of that fresh blood dripping on the ground.
Bleeding out life
as we all struggle to survive

Nothing but a dream of promises so blue
defying the gardens with thoughts of you...