I wish to be a Dreamcatcher,
Who can leave the past behind
Live in a world of thought,
Make room in her mind.
Mind.
A beautiful contraption, captivates
Everything touched by light,
And remains oblivious of what
Exists in the realm of the night.
Night.
Silently, and slow-dying,
Slipping away from sanity,
I cannot see any longer
For the thoughts of humanity.
Humanity.
Malice, greed and hate
Is this all thats left in life?-
Poisoned wine, breeding lies;
Blood stained walls,
and sharpened knives?
Knives.
All that remains here is
a piercing scream, a final breath,
Shattered glass lay on the floor,
Now all I recall is death.
Death.
It comes down to a final question
The answer, our imagination it strains
In the deepest part within our heart
It's still tied up in chains.
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