Dumbledoresbeard

If a world is just a dream you live a subconscious life I don't believe you'll ever breathe a breath upon this earth, A dragon guarded castle and it's you that's cast the curse, The swirling contents of the cauldron cold upon the stove, is burning with the bitterness of those who love and loath. I've broken back the bracken, And the bones are wooden still, The leaves that hide a darkness, Of a scene I never will. Your hands ignore the fabric my skin like wool not silk A dotted map of deep disgust, The drops of sour milk. But it'll never be forgotten And i know i am to blame, Yet when willows are filled with needles, Your cheeks are scarre