This Ugly World
Dreams are productions
Of utmost longing, greatest hope,
Performed by friends we wish we had
Where imagination makes us cope.
Waking pulls the curtains
House lights on, seats deserted
Eyes now focus but darkness begins
All meaningful energy long exerted.
Reality is the nightmare
That waits for us to surrender
Not to sleep, but to truth
That the beating hearts still render.
So go ahead and shoot me
Right between my eyes.
Bury me deep in suffering soil
Where soulless humanity lies.
Then the pain of unfulfilled dreams
And a world full of hatred and war
Will no longer haunt my slumbering life
Behind death's impenetrable door.
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