Where Do They Go?

Where do dreams go
When they don't come to fruitiion?
Do they stay teathered to you
Like demon's that haunt you
In the night...


They claw at me like 
A rabid beast
Alive inside me trying 
To tear me into
Even more pieces
Than I already hold 
Inside...


I've never been very good 
At puzzles... and I...
The glue isn't holding me
Together anymore...