Dreamer

A dreamer, I could have been
With fantasies flashing through my head
But with so many dreams broken
So many wistful fantasies lying dead.

No fantasies can the broken mind paint
No more thoughts of what i could have done
Wishes long gone, now only a spiteful feint
In this abysmal shell, dreams are there none.

Broken in solace, inspiration runs dry
With naught to nourish it, its hope recedes
In the throes of perdition, the soul begins to die
Hollow and numb, the emptiness secedes.

Now but a broken vessel, void of all but life
Not an end, only the beginning of my strife.