Dreams

I open my heart
It stinks of old dreams
Ones forgotten long ago
Like orphans during war

I try to make them fly
But they fall tumbling down
Like popped balloons of kids
Who've never felt true joy

I try to not give up
But my tightrope's getting thin
My steps - unsteady still
And my breath - soon to be stopped

I laugh at the abbys
Sitting below me
If I die - I die alone
But not afraid or scared