To Those, Who Beat Insane (A Dream Poem)

Trees, falling through windows.
Skies, covered in gray.
Death, upon the unnoticed.
As life, keeps running away.

The colors of running pastures,
The screaming of people, so far away,
Hearing children laughing,
after a day of a multitude of rain.

The quietness of vengeance,
a heart that beats, not dead,
like the dream in a mix of chaos,
is what indigestion is.

Emotions of raging Vampires,
the sourness of something, so profane,
the eagerness of anticipation,
to those, who beat insane!

No life, to a worry, when ever,
No conscious towards the brain,
we all die, day-in and day-out to a factor,
but what will satisfy the very pain, to our driven name.

The pain that lies in judgment,
the pain that hurts our fear,
the notion of an unknown answer,
to discriminate an experience, that wasn't even there.

10/4/2009