Dreamweaver

Conviction is escaping me.
And weaknesses can be for eternity.
There are sorrows under my eyes.
And all my anxieties could fly up to the skies.

In the clouds is where I reside, a Dreamweaver in disguise,
Hoping to make amends with long forgotten tears and "friends",
Wishing to bring together old promises that descend.

As I delicately tap these keys of security, these keys of purity,
My emotions have swelled up in my head.

They snap me out of this swirling cycle, and I realize -
The Dreamweaver is dead.