Dreams II

Love is one coin toss away,

Hate still runs through my veins.

Will she help me find the way?

Cause to myself; I cannot relate,

I've never felt so deranged.

I'm so lost in my own game.

My heart is made of clay,

And with her touch it will decay.

Dreams

I roam the streets in my head,

Yet they're no longer the same.

I walk those roads once made of thorns,

Now - they're just concrete and cold.

I'm all alone, but eyes watch

As I try to recognise this labyrinth

Resting within my head. 

My efforts are in vain, and I'm afraid.