punching in a dream


you caught me upon a fallen star
and wished me away to the
desert Mars.

A dead plain with foreign men
of simple things in a nightmare,

awaken me to humanity.

where i can breath again,
the stormy sands will be forgotten
and all the horrors beneath.

can't help but feel rotten.

but wait you make the clouds
tare their eyes from death,
to rain upon my fallen dreams
and make an ocean deep.

I get lost in these spaced themes
but know you are all there is to me.


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