My Old Poems (2011)

Life is but a Dream #7

My dignity is stripped

And my vocal chords are clipped

I can no longer talk

Or walk the walk

I need a real friend 

That will be there until the end

Sometimes I feel that all this is not real

And one day I will feel

That all is real

But until

So go ahead and get in my grill

You might as well be writing your will

I am about to break

Because you are fake

This will be your last year

So you might as well fear

This will be your last year

The end is near

My dear

There is no need to fear

For my gift

Will be swift

Until the end

You will be my friend

Don't fear because this life has all been dreamed

And on that last day you will be redeemed

So how can you believe what you are told

When we grow old

Even though this is but a dream

We will still be a team

Until the end

I will always tend

I will always be here

So there is no need to fear

You fuel my addictions

You add to my afflictions

You fuel my hate

This will cause your fate

These wounds will never heal

You might as well be writing your will

I will kneel

Maybe then my wounds will heal

This is the end

Of my friend

I light another match 

And drop it down the hatch

As you breathe your last breath

And get closer to your death

I will abide

By your side

I will be with you until the end

My friend

You fuel my addictions

You add to my afflictions

You fuel my hate

This will cause your fate

I walk onto the stage

With rage

On that fateful day

My sky will go grey

When this life is done

All I will do is run

Even though this life is but a dream

We will always be a team

This is the end

There is no need to pretend

Honey you can give up the fight

It's alright

One day we will be together 

Forever

I kissed her on the lips

Then I signed the death slips

Even though this life is but a dream

We will always be a team