Too Late For Tears: by Josh D.
A silent whisper in this dream, where no one can awake. Your lips gently lay on me and your whisper says to "wait". And the silence is broken and the room is darkend by your breath. Your hand wraps around my throat and squeezes softly. The action is beautiful and brilliant to watch. Yet nothing comes out, I am empty. This numb feeling sickens my stomach. The fluid rises high into my head, but the passageway is blocked because my tears are dead.
