I had a dream of hearts separated,
Living apart with nothing but hatred,
And in life’s vicious hole, Left isolated
Whether in a grave or among a crowd, they are always dominated
By vague colors of ugliness and despise:
Green, and blue, and yellow in disguise;
Why even bother hiding when darkness is the veil
For every mocking eye watching in pale!
I had another dream with me inside;
She talked and walked and screamed out loud:
“That phony dream is nothing but a cloud
Trying to rain you with fears of doubt.”
I woke up to go back to sleep;
What was the end of that crazy dream?
Are others happy to see me bleed?
Are my fearful doubts driving me to come clean?
Whether was it a dream or a nightmare I had,
I’ll always lean on my heart for warmth no doubt
To enjoy every second of this vicious hole
Where no loneliness or domination to harm my warm soul.