The Alcoholic Dream

Standing within the surreal embrace,
A reflecting pool impassively stares back.

I cringe over all my dreams,
Of the past.

If memory serves,
I had been struck by the hammer,
In my ignorant daze,
I recounted a dream…

The humans were merciless,
But I cared not.
I danced a fool’s dance,
Sang the idiot’s song,
Stumbled over and fell,
Happily entrenched in the excess of the dream.

The next morning,
I arose to the melody of coughs.
And lay awake listening,
To the lilt of stupid conversation.
A throbbing pain,
In my epicenter,
Dulled my sense to contemplate

Injustice takes its course,
Rampantly of course.
And I am happily entrenched,
In my own,
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It ate my heart,
This frivolic dream.

Whitened my soul,
Beyond purity, the dream did.

And the killer,
That ever elusive killer,
To take away my frivolity,
And deprive me of this eternal pleasure.

That killer still remains unseen.

I will kill the killer armed with truth
I will continue living in the world of impassioned youth,

For I am the bearer,
Of the Alcoholic Dream