My worst nightmares
Have become my greatest and biggest dreams
My fears have become
My friends
My tears have become
Pools of laughter
The people I hide from
Are the people I appear to
The mortals on my mind
Are the drawings that form with lines
Drawings of what people wish to see instead of who they are
Drawings that bring out the judgment and regret in their eyes
They befriended monsters and thieves
Instead of ghosts and angels
Ghosts of their childhood
And angels of their disappearance
Their flaws and embarrassments
Always gasp for air
Trying to be spread out
For the cruelty of the world
They were queens of disasters
And kings of crimes
They were princes of faults
And princesses of guilt
They took pride of war and glory
Instead of peace and harmony
They believed the oral stories told from tribes of dragons and flowers
From tribes of discipline and aid
From tribes of imperfections and animality
To new generations
Generations so arrogant and unwilling
Generations that run from their youth
To meet a man they have yet to be
Generations that kiss torn cheeks
And encourage bones
They run through forests of stumps
They dance in fields of cotton and lilies
With acid rain tearing the petals of their hearts
Petals so red and blue
Petals found on stars and planets
The people occupying these planets
Creating the acid rain that cracks these lands open
For people to drown in misery
And flout in gloom
For people to hide in shrivelled flowers
And push the walls open for it to blossom and bloom
Their youth has been ageing swiftly
Their lungs have turned into ashes
And their souls have been purified
Their drinks have been holy
And their food has been thanked for
But their skin grows thinner
And their eyes grow darker
Their teeth turn to swords
And their fingernails all worn
With their hands all shaky
And their water all spilled
Their blood travels through pipes
And graves
Their blood runs with soldiers
And their blood rules with emperors
And their words so numb and wise
And their stories so forgotten and dishonest
They burn holes for those who wish to seek treasures and mysteries
They cause the world to rumble and fight
They cause the lightning to dance with winds
And thunder to beat
They turn our lives to black and white
And turn our wives upside right
They blind the heroes that save our cities
And claim their ownership over the cancer that spreads through our world so fast and free
Waiting to feed on all the warriors and missionaries
That lump their way across the cracks
And anchor their disappointment.
