The Dreamer
The Dreamer
If I dream a dream tonight
too withered with shades of light.
Worried I will die from fright,
but too weary to see the sun
to sleep I go till dawn has won.
As I dream this dream tonight
transforming bones to shape the bite.
howling at moonlight rays from afar,
to but a dream I sleep unharmed.
To slumber and shake I rage.
as I paint this fiend of knight.
lacking strength and will to fight
the only dreaming I hope tonight.
As I fall through sands that quakes
holes of madness take my place.
for no more horror in my delight
as this dream ends or soon
yields my sight.
As lightning strikes eyes of glass
vengefulness at bitter last.
monster, demons all the gore
conquering the fear is yet a war.
Until the sadness of rain I was dry
not cool, not warm like nothing inside.
now broken only to find
new love, built by my side.
To a spewer of moment, I lie awake
true or false unaware what to make.
I stand from window cold touch to the floor
with the bitter taste of morning sores
left me to wonder if…
was it a dream or was it more.
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