Love Lost Story Odessy Self

The Stream

The Stream

I was floating down the stream

My eyes were closed in a dream

I looked around to see

If you were there with me

But I was wandering all alone

Drifting on and on

Hanging on trying not to fall

I gazed and took in all that I saw

The flowers were all dressed in red

Singing songs I could only hear in my head

The trees where dancing wildly to a muse

Butterflies tried to soar but their wings did refuse

My feet hung over as through the water they tore

The waves that they made crashed onto the shore

Up ahead I could hear the sound of a waterfall

To my ears it sounded just like a Sirens call

After destiny flung me over before me all I could see

Was a vast wavy empty sea

I thought to myself is life really what it seems

Or is it all really but a dream

I Live Not For My Self

I live not for my self no i Live for the one Woman i once loved.

she died in my arm´s, drew her last breath in my arms, and gave me her final words.

i have wished to die for as long as i can remember.

suffering from birth,treated as if i shuld not have been born.

a pedofile for one parent. and the most awsome mom i culd ever ask for as the other.

"suiciders go to hell",maby?what i saw can not be writen and it might be from nothing more then loss of air.

but i Woved not to die.

-: Gabe´riel D. Wolfengard

I Promiss, Swear and Vow to her "I shall not Die" by my own will or the will of others.

I will Live with the loss of all i hold dear, My love My World and my Reson.

My Sanity? i never remember having one.

thats why im still here, not dead but still not fully alive,.

People may think me and old man but no.

I am no older then 20 years of age born on the 22 of agust 1990.

and i have loved and lost love.

seen friends live and die.

and stood on the brink all my life

-: Gabe´riel D. Wolfengard

Here i stand once again on the brink of sanity and madness.

Here i stand once again on the bring of finding my way and being lost.

Here i stand in this dream i have every day, seeing the loss of my world and the begining of a new one.

This dream is my nightmare incarnated.

I must awaken but still not becuse i will lose her once more.

I am torn in all ways possible.

I stand, falling and drowning.

All in this dream, i am bapthisted in blood of the maiden godess of sunrise, Aurora.

The name of my Godess whom gave me purpus and life.

I once again fall into the deepest parts of my soul and face my self.

Batteling to stay alive, sain and to stay away from the Blood crazed monster whom is a part of me i have acsepted.

Acsepted but not freed.

-: Gabe´riel D. Wolfengard

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