Dream Eater
Sometimes I kill you, or I let you live
My name is the Mr. simply the mister
I control your dreams, every dream you have is in my hands
When your running away from a monster, down the street, its not a monster
That thing chasing you, its society, it’s the prejudice, the racism, the hatred
When your having that nice dream, about a beautiful person, that just makes you-
That person, the beautiful person, is dead, too involved in looks, they have AIDS, you die, remember silly
Of course that dream about heaven you had just the other day, its so beautiful, white and pure
That’s actually hell, you woke up before the flames engulfed the purity, and all HELL broke loose
That other dream, the one you always had since a child, you always die at the end, by the mysterious figure, who you cant describe, just like a blob
That blob, that figure, that is me, and that is how will you die
You will die by that same knife, the same day, at the same time
However, you don’t die physically, I kill your imagination
I will not allow you to imagine what life might be like, you simply live, and assimilate, with the vermin in the world
Forevermore, I have killed you, the worst death of all, your mind.
poem by Daniel Schwarz
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