Trivial Daydreams Poem by Hyde

love
dread
pain
woe
kill from the inside out
they start with tears
and end with shears
shears, without a doubt.
and a crime this lame
has no price to pay
except to live each day
not ever knowing fame.
their shadows spill through every park
stealing looks into your past
leaving your soul overcast
alone and in the dark.
a river of red flows through your heart
existing without pulse or beat
a metallic hum, nice and neat
always falling apart.
dreams are crushed as if t’were nothing
while horrors spread over far and wide,
hope and faith, cower and hide
leading the world to endless shoving.
an injection of sin is all that’s needed
to turn your innards to dust
and cause one’s sanity to bust
allowing its scar to feel heated.
so journey on without a meaning
for it has no effect on your every day life
even when, your only friend is a knife
there for you, when you require bleeding.