Daydreamer

My tears are living among
These clouds of daydreams,
Slashing reality's throat
And watching its bloody rain
Fall helplessly beneath,
Pounding against the tangible soil,
Seeping into Hell's doors
And quenching sin's thirst.
My wings never tire
And my soul does not cease
Its search for happiness,
But slowly my mind's stars fall
Exhausted from endless possibilities.
However their deaths are beautiful,
Swirling into blackness,
Admired by fellow daydreamers.
And inspiration is created as the blood
Continuously descends, and dreams
Are sought as my mind's life
Seems to slowly end.
But it is the LOVE from my soul
That heals self-crumbling.
And it is LOVE's drum in the world's band
That shifts my feet excitingly.
And it is my LOVE for my passions
That reignites my stars.
And it is LOVE that is pain,
But saves us again and again.