Surrealist Dreamscapes

 
I open my mouth but the words won’t come out
They feel like supernovas far away in the distance
Thus I restrain my cords while my wild heart shouts
Screaming at the top of my soul about this existence
 
All I want to do is tear at the fabric of time and space
It consumes me with overwhelming passion and force
Breaking me to the point of nothingness in disgrace
Leaving it to chance and waiting for fate to take its course
 
Maybe this thing will be the end of me, a frenemy
It haunts endlessly lurking nearby wanting to escape
But it revels in the dark like some agonizing ecstasy
Threatening me with freedom of surrealist dreamscapes
 
These lips won’t speak the want that the spirit seeks  
But it slips through in verses implicit and scattered
Like beautiful lies that go unspoken but yet they leak
While a heart dies as it goes from broken to shattered