Wasteland

There is a sky, wasteland or dreams

 full of stars the ones that wish to be seen.

And they die, burn out and fall

why wish upon a thing that no longer thrives.

There is a heart, wasteland of hope

longing for things that could never be

 and it gives life even when paralyzed

 electrical shocks stimulating minds.

There are thoughts that are deep

lets get lost exploring possibilities.

Don't lose your way or you may not find the door

that leads to the end of suffering.

There is a dream that never fades

 revitalizing masquerades

where you suddenly no longer fear

the impulse to really live

when no one can guess the creature

that loves behind the mask.

There is a kiss that remains

on cold lips where it stays

 lingering and hoping for blood flow to return

the simplicity of bliss but it can never be true.

Never 

not so long as the sky rains

on a heart

turning thoughts into dreams

making a kiss a imaginary magical thing.