Nightmare

 

I destroy what is never there

The ruins I see, the howls I hear.

I go out to find it on my blind foot

And then I cocoon of silence ends the fare.

 

Inside I am pierced with spiky words

I cry with pain but the sound’s not there.

I pick up the ruins and heave the courage

In the illusion of hope I make a castle of despair.

 

This is the abode where the battle takes place

Winner has the ruins and the curse recurs.

The trumpet of silence now sleeps in haze

And so goes a loser’s nightmare.

 

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