Sweet Dreams
Dreams
are
figments of fantasy
trapped in reality.

My past,
Trapped in phantasmagoria.
Tormented with my own creations,
A blanket of death's weave.

Listen to me:
My prayers have not been in vain.
I will find my rose behind unlocked doors,
I will find my waltz in an elegant reverie.
I will awaken with the honey of tomorrow on my tongue.
I will cast my worries onto the clouds of silver.
I will
dream.