Ironic
Scream
What
happens when Doctor Dream has lost his gleam?
Desperation
clasps and suicide becomes the stream
Down is
the flow to where death is the glare
Insanity
thrives as the hell bound boat you row
You
remember life so sweet but can’t recall when you turned down Devil Street
The heat
was cold because you could feel the sleet
It’s
always the tears of the self-inflicted dead
Life with
no way out, but now they mourn in death, forever forlorn
The grief
heard is because they knew no home
And now
they see it’ll always be deep suffering alone
There’s
no reverse but the curse was no rescue hand
Did they
believe or not that love looked over their land?
Amounted
to nothing anyway for all got lost and prayed to no avail
So here I
am in a dimension of torment
I have
only my mind defending from emotion’s “unrelent”
My
bedrock protects but the hopelessness bright as the sun
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