Outside the cold dream-realm
There’s a town on the outskirts
Where we have all felt
Compelled to take a stand
Against the demons within ourselves
We banged the gates down
We made impossible demands
And we were left stranded
In the cold dream-realm lands
But maybe it’s better after all
That we scaled the town walls
And all of us recalled
Crawling and scratching
For each bit of spiritual perfection
There’s a section of my heart
That is black and lonely
I’ve only shown it to you
And I trust you’ll keep my secret
Take it to your grave
And not speak of it
(Photo by Travis Dorrington on Unsplash)
