Dreams

My hand, he takes. 

So tightly, he grasps. 

Like in a moment, I would disappear. 

Laughter, so naïve, 

Like the children we once were, 

Before the poisoned world tainted us. 

Smiles, so secretive, 

Hiding things that shouldn’t be seen, 

Like they always do. 

Tears, bearing your souls, 

Displaying things that should be concealed, 

Obscuring things that should be exhibited. 

Jealousy, a disgusting emotion, 

Hindering a rational thought, 

Presenting only irrational ones. 

Hate, a black cloud, 

Masking the goodness within, 

Like a rotten apple that can’t be eaten. 

A melody, so melancholy, 

Filling your soul, killing your spirit,

Washing away your heart. 

Grotesque, the dance is, 

Creating a nightmare ballet, 

So intoxicating, you can’t escape. 

So sweet, a dream is, 

Like a rose and its thorns, 

Bleeding you dry when you least expect it. 

Shaking my head,
I wake up, 

As remnants of the dreams wash away. 

Picture By : Royston Toh 

Picture Edited By : Yours truly