I’m a dreamer living in a dreamland
Reality is a train wreck, leaving only fragmented images behind
Forming what seems to be a convoluted puzzle,
The pieces lost in the vast emptiness of the mind
It’s half passed 3 A.M., yet a man in a black suit illustrates the scene
Cacophonies scream in a dampened alleyway
I’m left with no light, the blackness contains me
The painted dreamland is drowning away the distress of a broken world.
Flooded, the paint drips from the scene,
Effacing tattered hearts and obscene reflections of darkness
Days become a blur within the contraption of my mind
Eccentrically exhilarated thoughts become illustrated images
Painted within the mind’s apparatus
Transcending me into a muddled delirium,
Inundated by nostalgic sorrows
The mind is forever inspired by the dreamland,
Perpetually anticipating the revelation of the painter of the dreams
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