Morphine Dreams

Upon the wings of madness,
slipping between the cracks of morbid dreams,
with mystery, spinning eyes
possessed by midnight darkness.
Left awake by the velvet moon,
an angel bleeds with tearless cries,
unraveling loneliness,
twisted by reality.
Like the image of an innocent slaughtered,
battered torn from piercing thorns,
expressing a fiery, vacant stare.
Lost forever,
captured within
death's overpowering silence.