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.