Fake or Awake?A Poem by DREALMI no longer fear the unknown.
I want to dream forever to wake up, never. I hope death is an everlasting dream. I won’t know till I go, awaiting the brightest light beam. I cry every time I awake, I rather die to live in a world that’s fake. It’s just as real as I want it to be; at least there I am free. There I can die, I can cry, I can lie and it doesn’t matter. Here to do either one will make me or someone else sadder. Some dreams are nightmares but replace it with another. Good, bad, good, bad, it does not matter (there) Brother. Maybe I’m dreaming right now and death is that wonderful gift, if I knew it was true. I would Evacuate Soul so easy and swift. Stuck here because of the unknown, I’m only here till (their) cover is blown. With all this knowledge an answer will be shown. I hate waking up, it’s the dreams I miss. I’m ready to jump in the abyss, stuck here because of my purpose.
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Added on March 19, 2008Last Updated on March 19, 2008 AuthorDREALMSanta Rosa, CAAboutI write about pretty much anything, which entitles everything. My mind on paper which is a lot of non sense, past, present, future, psychology, philosophy, poems, you know, it is a very long list so I.. more..Writing
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