The Death of a Dream

Every dream
Dies
It's own death.
I die
Each and every moment
Of my life.
I was the nightmare of
A sinking ship
Embraced
By the sandman
When I was abandoned
By the
Eyes of my Life.

I was left alone,
Whence
I writhed in pain
Death
Slowly took me in
Her arms
And
Looked at me with
A gleeful joy,
And then I was removed
The burden
Of my life.

And in the end
I
Lay with Death.
I was Death.