Chapter 12: Dreams
In the places where
Shape blades of grass and delicate wind
Carry the sun
My body fades away.
I let go of my past
My present
My future
And let my scars be seen.
Staying tether to the world
Of whores and death
By a body I can not escape.
For when I open my eyes again
there will be no soft light
Or peace to embrace me.
So I fight to stay
In the floating abyss we call dreams.
Where pain can not reach me
And responsibilities do not matter.
Where freedom is born
And raised.
By Creativities rules.
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