Cold spaces and useless places.

Feel and forgot what you felt in a matter of seconds.
 
This dream ends and reality refuses to begin.  
 
A reality written by the victors and dreaded by the losers.
 
I can't be both. I can only pray to fall into one or the other.
 
These cold spaces make up a grand hall within my mind.
 
These useless places or too expensive to uproot or demolish.
 
I'll fill them all with things just as useless. I'll warm these spaces with crimson paint.
 
In the end all these things stand just to stand. I wish I could follow suit.