It is that pitch dark time of the night,
Dreams control the hero, sleeping tight
Dreams:::: wet <–> wild <–> blasphemy,
<->Morphed <–> vague< -> originality
But there is always a dream killer,
He lurks everywhere, surreptitious,
Here he comes, terrifying under
The garb of reality, tears ‘em asunder
Addictive =~~ power of the
However, bewarned the churn and ferment,
Dreams can be a crazy scary fuel,
Will the hero die in the eternal duel?
The dream killer sets up his henchmen,
Society&&Education&&SinsSeven
They hunt hard, Oh some do get away,
But hey just another one just fell prey ::(
It is yet another casualty
A dream turned sour and salty
Consigned forever, stifled screams
To the Graveyard of Dreams
1 comment:
the poem about dreams cuz it was martin luther king jr 's birthday this monday????? :P
btw, i had a dream inside a dream inside a dream same day .... coincidence?
why pessimistic poem about dreams? some of them do not go to graveyard.
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