I have die in nightmares,
And heart broken in illusions
I have been a victim
to flying scorpions
But I thought
'death is not for the young'.
My journey is
smooth and slippery
Even shadow of
death beclouded
my path like a smoke
from the burning bush,
Grave of scintillant
gold are digged on my path.
I lost my beautiful flesh to,
the fiery and monstrous thorns.
My face became a Gorgon,
And I scared away the goals.
Hungry days,
I sought to trade
my pride for a loaf.
The beast in me
fought with me
but nothing can
change my sky
from being blue.
I knew it a dream
though a lucid dream,
not nightmare,
I will illuminate it.
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