The Dreams
How can one thing be so pure and so evil at the same time?
The Dreams are two sides of the same coin
The Dreams nurture me and love me to no end
The Dreams are unshakable, like a tree with its roots deep in the ground
The Dreams support me when I have fallen into the deepest shadow
The Dreams pick me back up and help me believe I can conquer any mountain that I may face
The Dreams believe in me no matter what
The Dreams care
I love the dreams
The Dreams also lie
The Dreams deceive me
The Dreams are never as good as they may seem
They throw me into the darkest depths of my imprisoned mind
I am a puppet to my dreams
I move and act only the way they want me too
They ensnare me and whisper in my ear little lies
They make me their pet
What are these dreams? You may ask
Not what.
Who.
The Dreams are you.
