The ultimate poet (Part1)

Your dreams destroy you,
But you invite them in
As if they were common lies.
Half eaten meals
For a love that parches your soul.

You rage and roar.

The first rays of the morning sun
bursts through those curtains of problems.
It brings purity to the land
With it's lack of power,
breaching the untouchable horizon,
and leaves scars on your legs.

Something shatters behind you,
Wripping out your mind.

You're tired of looking out for us,
Living eventual lives
Of sticks and stones
That brake our bones.

Tired,
You're so tired of hour after hour
Of midnight thoughts
Like lies poured by termite bodies.

You're the ultimate poet.