Dreams Die in Time

Drifting down.
No sight.
No sound.
Never solitude found.
Constantly surrounded by these dead words.
Can't describe the buzz in my head.
Overly read are these.
Utterly assessing.
Totally obsessing.
In need of caressing and distressing.
Feelings are hard to swallow.
Your heart hollow.
Always blindly to follow the tears.
Worst fears are but a dream gone wrong.
My dreams are but a song.
It stays in my mind and never truly leaves.
Grieves the thieves of heart and sanity.
Purity is but a lie.
On time we vie.
There is less and less though as we go.
Age, our foe.