By: Gerard Valencia (a.k.a. MrV, or Christian Valencia-Vasquez).
Copyright © MrV
In a world with no dreams
for my imaginary friends
those who vanish in the wind
into the oblivion of the mind
I wait under a murky glass sky.
Magic words work no more
where have all my fantasies gone
waiting for the dark clouds to clear
the fabric of glass waiting to tear
for the sorrow to cease.
Where have the dreams gone?
have they vanished into thin air?
thoughtforms that never came to be
why can't I imagine them again?
the hungry Worm plucks an empty head.
Where has hope gone?
the sorrow doesn't end
walking shell of a hollow being
my judgment is not clear
the sky weeps above me.
Waiting for the dreams to return
all this sorrow to come to end
I wait for the falling glass sky
morrow for sure it will come
longing for another star.
Waiting for my imaginary friends
those the haze swept away
into the endless glass sea
the one raging above my head
on which I cannot drown.
If I look into the mirror and I am not there
only a stranger will smile back
whispering the need to take lives
the deadly glass sea cascades
deep from within me.
When the day comes and the sky clears
what will I see? Where will you be?
to see the shards come down
daggers like rain brush against my skin
the dark cloud dissipates, and my joy can be free again.
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