The Adventures of Moon Beam and the Dream Warriors

I woke up in the shackles of my nightmare,

Unable to turn over

On the sweat drenched sheets.

To weak to scream

Or motion for help.

Guilt is my oxygen,

Powerless against fresh air.

Dreams in slow motion,

Dreams all too clear.

Puzzle pieces and fragments

Featuring:

The sun goddess and her golden hands,

With pixie dust and the moon beams

Setting center stage for the dancing stars,

And as the earth exploded,

I was free,

With the empty spaces of the universe.

The constellations formed a face,

A symbol for my sins.

She sings me operas,

Casting me in tragedies a hundred times over

Leaving me to play the villainous King of France,

Pushed off a cliff,

Sent to be tortured,

Left with nothing but a tenor voice and Italian lyrics.

A worthless anthem to a mass audience

Of fish eyed, barnacle teethed pigs,

Watching me sing my last breath away,

Until I awake in this waking life,

Like carbon monoxide in a closet.

I stumble through the madness,

Staring at a white wall,

Painting legends of despair,

Viking warriors who knew nothing but agony

And homeless children

Executed for stealing bread.

My imagination explodes

And I fall to the floor,

My heart no longer beating,

Just one eye open,

Staring at the wall.

An open canvas 

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

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[SheIsYourCyn]

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