Dreaming For What Was But Never Was

I get so nostalgic Passing by an old run-down theatre That I've never been to Is it wierd to play in the clutter? I'm pouring out all my blood Hoping that you will drink and live On to the next chapter 'Til it's the only thing to give I want this more than air And I'll do anything to write What I need to get through The Day, it's ending with a fight I feel like a song book But I always feel like singing A scream takes back what took That cursed and dying feeling If you can relate to this or just want to get something off your chest, fell free to comment. I am great listener and I may respond to one of your poems if I feel moved by your answer.