Surrealism

Can I really explain the pain
The resounding excruciating blame
The guilt that's always undone
The life changing things that have come
Alone I stand in this damned plane
I fail to speak my lips are week
I can't speak the voice falls silent
You would not understand my music
My waling soul and this deep ache within me, whom would understand me? or the shame that's here before me I can't die I can't rely
It all remains fiction in my dreams
Don't supine because I am searching
I still dream of the castle in the water
The beautiful after life and future
A small face as the face burst through he could like sun and grace
Till then I hold the passion as a day dream a drug that can't heal until its real