Thursday, June 30, 2005

The Dream -- by Daniel Olvera

I had a dream Of a dark and cold place Where every word that was spoken Would freeze in mid air And fall into a million pieces A place where the floor Was a mass of tattered hearts Each beating its own story of pain A place where children's eyes Have been sewn shut Only to be ripped open By the "truth" of the world This place so horrid, so cruel This place so seemingly far away Is where I live when I awake If I awake...

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