DREAMS
The great samurai held his might sword Tongue, Within a minute he sliced my confidence with it His words And I was lost in a forest, couldn’t find a chord to hold me up So I let him score! Again and again I would hide in corners dark, hoping that his light would not burn my eyes I couldn’t imagine my shadow meeting his… You would think that he was a god! His actions shook me down to the marrow! With just an action, the streets would be red! Chaotic But my siblings loved him! The great warrior held his mighty spear Greed, From the way he walked, it was clear that he ruled the sphere Children looked up to him, for a future he did not envision For him, pain was not pain until it was severe And I am not talking about bullet holes or acid burns pains! Much worse! Grief! Like losing the person you love over and over again He loved the smell of tears; they designed his cologne He swam in blood and sweat And wore the skin of other men in the biting cold The vulture per