Prisoner of a Dream
Are you even real?
Or do you exist solely in my fevered mind?
Will you be there when I escape my eternal torture, my everlasting sickness?
Will you welcome me as the walls fade away and I slam back to reality?
Can you speak?
Would you comfort me in times of need and parelle with words cold as ice or warm as fire?
Is your voice a soothing melody to give life to the forgotton?
Can you see?
Can you bear witness to the strife of the world and testify against those who cause pain?
Can you feel the suffering of the people?
Are you a mirror?
Sent to reflect my deepest self, the self I cannot face for fear of becoming whole.
Are you real?
Or the prisoner of a dream?
Or do you exist solely in my fevered mind?
Will you be there when I escape my eternal torture, my everlasting sickness?
Will you welcome me as the walls fade away and I slam back to reality?
Can you speak?
Would you comfort me in times of need and parelle with words cold as ice or warm as fire?
Is your voice a soothing melody to give life to the forgotton?
Can you see?
Can you bear witness to the strife of the world and testify against those who cause pain?
Can you feel the suffering of the people?
Are you a mirror?
Sent to reflect my deepest self, the self I cannot face for fear of becoming whole.
Are you real?
Or the prisoner of a dream?
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