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Somnium
*note, Somnium (Sohm-nee-oom) is Latin for dream
If I believe in you, will I fade to a dream?
These scars inflicted are deeper than they seem.
Perhaps I am a spoiled child, acting on instinct.
I always impulsively act before I think.
I don't have much left in me for you to take,
but at least I can live my life knowing I'm not fake.
Fading to the darkness and disregarding purity,
letting the noise and lights consume me in the city.
This world in my mind, my Somnium, my dream world.
Watching all of the memories slowly unfurl.
Like flowers in the spring, they spread their petals,
To the fissures of mind, at the bottom they settle.
Perhaps if I too believe the words said to me,
I can be something I wanted to be.
To be normal, pretty, to be perfect.
Can I not achieve it?
I don't really care, because the dream is so nice.
Every scar placed in the exact spot, so precise.
Closing emerald eyes shaded behind long eyelashes,
My heart, speeding down the highway of my chest, crashes.
The flat line resounds, I am finally lost it seems.
At least now, I can live in my perfect... dream.
If I believe in you, will I fade to a dream?
These scars inflicted are deeper than they seem.
Perhaps I am a spoiled child, acting on instinct.
I always impulsively act before I think.
I don't have much left in me for you to take,
but at least I can live my life knowing I'm not fake.
Fading to the darkness and disregarding purity,
letting the noise and lights consume me in the city.
This world in my mind, my Somnium, my dream world.
Watching all of the memories slowly unfurl.
Like flowers in the spring, they spread their petals,
To the fissures of mind, at the bottom they settle.
Perhaps if I too believe the words said to me,
I can be something I wanted to be.
To be normal, pretty, to be perfect.
Can I not achieve it?
I don't really care, because the dream is so nice.
Every scar placed in the exact spot, so precise.
Closing emerald eyes shaded behind long eyelashes,
My heart, speeding down the highway of my chest, crashes.
The flat line resounds, I am finally lost it seems.
At least now, I can live in my perfect... dream.
Published 29th May 2012
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