MIXED

What's the difference between dreams and
reality?
One lives out the impossible while the other
is an imposssible way of living.

Swept beneath the tides of time,
I become history
I feel myself changing; an unhalting process

When i descend into slumber, as if
Gargoyles' eyes lit with brimstone shimmer
At the strike of twelve
I prowl the empty city streets
Taking from dawn til dusk to decipher
What my senses try to deceive
From what emotive reality i perceive
The face so close to touch, so radiant,
Yet the cold glass offers only a rude shock
A cruel divide it is, but perhaps only to me.