It’s a weird thing
Because
I think
I was born this way
Deliciously beautiful
Nightmare
Quite adept
At continually weaving
Such darkness
Into dreams
Strange
This concept
Of balance.
Chemical warfare
Under the guise
Of peaceful
Negotiations.
It’s a terrible thing
To promise dreams
To nightmares.
I like to imagine
There’s people
Like me
Hoping
For something more
But, don’t dazzle me
With dreams
And hope
I’ll forget
Where I’ve been.
Because nightmares
Take such things
Seriously
Weaponized dreams
Are a threat
We’ve been trained
To live through.
I had this dream
One
Among thousands
Of a man in a suit
Hugging me,
“Don’t you want a better life?”
Strange –
Like,
Do you need my permission?
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