Look through my soul

I wrote this poem while it was raining really hard.

My dreams are of spiritual awakening
My nightmares are of dark, lonely graves
My loves pull at my heart strings
My hates leave my soul lingering
My feet drag me closer to the pitch of reality
My hands mold the depths of my passion
My life's broken peices form bits of art
An old soul rests within the spirals of my DNA
A child's heart pounds vibrations through my ribcage
My fiery spirit lights into sparks that blaze into my rippling personality
Search deep into my puzzling eyes
If you wait long enough,
You will read my open book of a soul