Graveyard of Dreams

This poem is a commissioned work for a friend, goodluck dude!

I can hear your shrill sirens of your beating heart,
I can feel we drift far way, far apart.
I can feel your frail hands holding me together,
I can feel your love fading into a blur.

I know I let you down,
I know I raged while you were around.
I know I became a slave of the evil inside.
I know I couldn’t be beside.

I know I let our dreams die,
Die in the graveyard of dreams.
While I hold this Hennessy, cold,
Pouring on the grave of our dream.

I wish I could call you now,
Even though it’s 1 o’clock, I just want to say ciao.
I’m shattered from the ground,
I’m crying a stream, I’m getting drowned.
I wish I could hold you now,
Even though it’s 1 o’clock, I think of you and wow.

It’s the price I need to pay,
Every second I think of the day,
I met you, I loved you, I kissed you,
I was a monster, a ghost but you knew,
You gave me a chance but I blew,
Blew it apart, you left me with a heavy adieu.

I wish I could hold you now,
Even though it’s 1 o’clock, I think of you and wow.