I am a dreamer
Alone and unamused
Wanting too much
of nothing much at all
Daring to dance my life
away in a dream,
Censored and scorned,
guilty about everything.
I want dark and the moon
so I can fake a smile or cry
and change almost everything
Even plunder a love once lost
or imagine it mine.
I can dance on a string,
bleed on shards of broken glass
in a fluid melody of carnal ecstasy
in a dream,
in a dream.
Wilt, dry, time.
Perpetual nebula_You.
Dream, whispers, ghosts, screams.
Sanity, weep, Reality torn.
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