tHE dREAMER
he dreamt of perfection
from the garbage truth of reality
he dreamt of peace
from the chaotic thoughts around him
he dreamt of passion
from lust and betrayal of pretenders
but what fruits of blame should he ate
when hunger is for dreaming
i watched the dreamer, shields down, armor broken
eyes peered through oblivion, abyss-ed sunset
never seeing, never watching, which lies, what truth
eyes that mirrored the world i call mine
eyes i call mine
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