Reflecting Dreams Poem by Crimson Love

A dream reflects my realities....
But perhaps my Realities reflect that of my dreams,
I dream of a girl of Crimson, I dream of me,
Death Consuming everything,
Blood pouring from my heart seams,
Sewed together, trying to keep it whole,
It crumbles and falls upon a Voidless floor,

My Dreams reflect my reality,
They mimic the Sarrow,
They feel my pain,
They carress the scars,
They sit and observe, my Crimson Mutilation,
Beautiful and sweet Love pours from the Slits,
Wrists bloodied, and torn.

My body lies within this casket,
I hover over my scar ridden body,
I listen to the soft notes in which the piano play,
I drift off deeper into eternal slumber,
My dreams reflect that of my reality,
This is what shall be when my reality becomes a dream.