Turning Reality

Brilliant light fills the air,
Singing hymns forgotten by time,
Bringing a scent from childhood memories.
It lasts but a moment,
For it finally pops,
Sensing the shadows of its dream.

The genius of a dream,
Is the nostalgia that it brings,
Listing hopes...
Sighing where others bask in,
The remnants crushed,
By the broken husk,
Of what was once a being.

Rotted silence,
Of a daytime reality;
Taking realty only in the sleep,
The brief foray of today,
Lasts but only a blink,
For the true dreams,
Lit under moonlight,
Of the nighttime,
Kings and Queens.

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Bloodied Shadows,
Laughing Masks,
Poisoned Roses,
Cornered Rats;
The only people left inside,
Died Inside,
Grew Insane Inside,
Starved and Broken.

Left behind by shadows might,
The daytime dreams,
Give way to hate,
Malice ever being,
And those hidden,
Not in moonlight,
Will rip their way,
Till they're unbidden;
And sing the songs:
Till Freedom Rings...

ISA