Nightmare Symphony

A dark poem comprised of some dreams I've had.

Swiftly bleeding through opaque daydreams,
sleeping soundly through the pain.
You've broken my heart,
and pierced my flesh,
you were the tormentor
amongst the scattered dead.
Walking slowly
through a sadists maze
of innocent novelties,
amidst corpses hanging on swinging chains.
Blood so elegantly adorns my blade
on the eve that,
as wife and widow, I was crucified.
Tearing flesh and breaking bone,
creating something nameless.
Life's essence clings
to ice and pearls,
painting purity with
shattered illusions.