Nomore dreams of heaven mirage
Betraying hopes of what-ifs
There is no door in golden cage
Surrounding me with pale veils of memory
Sparkling stars shine above
In deep dark ocean of sky
They are lost but never lonely
I don’t know my real name
A dreamer of life
Poor poet for the cold world
I don’t remember the face of freedom
But I know its taste, old friend’s embrace
Touch upon heart, kiss of undreamed love
Purple skies of my life imaginary
Sweet home for a dreamer to sleep
Lullaby of a child believing in dreams
I shadow my ghosts within
Feeding them well
I caress my demons within
Caring of them
Memories are written in hell
To make me feel miserable
Before the face of lost hope
Calling dreams of awe
Unlock my heart
Reveal my core
Veiled in time forever
Don’t tell the world
I have a pure mind
Let them see me insane
Let it be
Let them talk burning in shame
Hell hides deep in
Linlin's Poetry 