no title really... just musings When life is just a dream In which we lie to ourselves And the bed in which we sleep Is the cosmos of ultimate understanding, Love and trust must be The comforts of this nightmare. Without them, one runs forever Chased by the demons created within the imagination, Wanting and wishing only to wake. The demons disappear when confronted. Wispy figments of a lonesome soul. Like so much smoke and hollywood lights They are fake, they are nothing Ants turned to alien monsters By an unloved soul.
If the dream were to end today, All humanity to wake, sitting up in the bed, Understanding rushing through their minds, Would all the blood, hate, and ignorance of their nightmare Drive them insane? Or would the comforts they found And the truth they discovered Ease their minds and make them smile? Who would fear the truth of the nightmare in their waking world? Who would laugh the whole thing away? And who would wake to find Their nightmare better than their life?
Volcana_Moon_Slayer · Mon Dec 06, 2010 @ 07:48pm · 0 Comments |