Regrets (dream killer)

Original Poem that formed these lyrics: "Regrets"

That’s the dream killer, the scene stealer,

The thing that snuffs your spark,

The voice that whispers nothing,

And drags you back into the dark.

You spit on your reflection,

and called your own name vile.

Born out of boredom and regrets,

It butchered with a smile.

It’s not all flowers and sunshine,

Not every passion burning clean.

You’re just so broken and undone,

A ghost in someone else’s dream.

I held both beauty and grace once,

Vowels ran far away with the thought.

Only the hard sounds lingered,

And truth a web of regrets caught.

The paper did not argue,

It let me stain its skin.

With dirty words and pained photos,

Of where I’ve been, where I’ve been.

I caved to temptation and wrote,

Bled out the ghosts in ink and smoke.

And if silence is the price of grace,

Then I’ll sing my ruin in its place.

It’s not all flowers and sunshine,

Not every story redeems.

Sometimes you live by firelight,

And burn the edges of your dreams.