Tonight, let me dream.
Let me lay upon a bed of song
And listen to the singing stars.
Tomorrow, let me scream.
Let me empty a siloh of havoc
Resolute toward a million scars.
Tonight, let me fly
Like a dagger into grey expanse
Through the stratus of my mind.
Tomorrow, let me die.
Let me lay upon a bed of shards
And bleed along the line.
But tonight, let me dream.
Just tonight...
Let me dream.
A.M. Van Vliet (c) 2009














Comments
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If there's anything we ahere to, it isn't morals. It's Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Laziness, and my favorite, Greed.
Actually, the poem is about procrastination.
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"Will you change the world, or will you change yourself?" ~ Water Dragon (Chrono Cross)
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If there's anything we ahere to, it isn't morals. It's Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Laziness, and my favorite, Greed.
Procrastremation (pro-CRAS-tree-MAY-shun): cremation via commercial airliner from procrastinating in midair. XD I'm hard at work, Boss!
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"Will you change the world, or will you change yourself?" ~ Water Dragon (Chrono Cross)
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