A Surreal Dream

A Surreal Dream

Things never seem the same,
the pain, it's pain that's never ending.
and, it's like a dream, it's like it's so real.

And, I look into the eyes of the devil.
his wondrous joy is spreading onto me.
With such sarcastic reasoning.

And, I'm bleeding with such pain,
that the blood is turning light blue.
As if the sky were inside of me.

And the burning sensations are but
happiness grasping my soul;
the wings of a butterfly.

And, they're falling off of myself.
teetering to the ground,
burying themselves within,
the soil that goes deep
into layers of the earth.

And if it's capturing moments,
that shall return one day
as happy times to look back on.

But, in all reality it's but a dream.
drifting to a place that no one knows.
a dream that's evil, sinful, regretful.

And there's not much we can do.
about the world and all the selfish places,
that are concieved all about this earth.

For, it's such a disaster. . .
to know the truth that's hidden
from all eyes, all souls, all bodies.
all hearts, that are burning.