Unborn Dream.

Existing is torture, a poisonous cry

Living a dream of beauty and colour

but Your dreams were cut short

I don't know why 

yet You will never know laughter 

Or stories with a happily ever after 

no childhood dreams in your unopened eyes 

your dreams were cut short

too soon for your time.

Such beauty ruined with horror

left me agony not bliss,

Without you can I even exist?