Dream of Lies
Amid the silken sheets of my chamber, my eyes began to wander
Not to any place of the living, but rather to the realm of the ethereal.
Lavish seams of gold line the orange-dyed panorama, while soft, tranquil voices accompany the silhouetted figures beyond the hills of green.
Yet, how cruel is this surreal world of the ethereal.
For this heavenly paradise is, and never was meant to be real.