Twisted Pictures

It's been nearly twenty year's since I last dreamed about it. Rusty gears more like fears having No control over it. Trying to overcome those fears that you Pretend not to have. Up until now it has always been somebody Else instead of you. Alive laying in the dark as your jaw is Broken, So that you may once again smile. Though in the light of day all can tell that Death has reached out and touched you today. You still smell the same in my dreams reaching Out in the mist, That tastes of apples and grapes the sight of which Drew me to your tender hands that cannot be as Your fingers close once again around it. Pictures twisted so, Twisted in such a way that you read the cause of Death more than twice. Remember the first one that you saw as a child?