When i dream i dream of sorrow, br My dreams are long and dark, br I can hear the sond but never see the color, br My dreams leave me awake some nights thinking, br Some dreams are more of a story, br But all have sarrow and pure sadness, br The trees are dead im the last alive, br All my dreams end the same, br A rock and a bang, br The rock is the earth, br More sorrow then the night before, br My dreams are deep and make me wright things like this, br The more i dream the more i cry, br The more i cry the more i think about my own death, br Will a die at 90 of age or 15 from a gun, br Will the killing ever stop, br Will we ever know how the world ends, br My dreams paint a dark and stormy picture, br My poems paint a clear, br My mind crys of dark things like this, br My hart crys harder and harder, br Between sweet and sour, br I think the end will end sour, br Are we to end in fire or ice, br You chose i would rather end in ice,br br Samantha Guinenbr br