To lose one's self in his dreams is in essence the place where writers tap into so that characters, worlds, and poetry is born. ~ Lonewolfmcq
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
T. E. Lawrence
Morpheus
by
Lethmelodis
Venomous these feelings working their way through my veins,
A simple bite within the third eye leaving me so drained,
Unexplainable and unattainable a serum, for poison is the cure,
But is the sickening quickening? I can't be too sure.
Draw upon this, my own web of critical and abstract thinking,
Staring into oblivion without the burden of ever blinking,
Available and malleable, this serum, sinking into my skin,
But is the sickening quickening? Never sure until the end.
Crawl into my web and stay, my sickened little fly,
Merely a faucet of your own dreams, I'll strive to free your mind,
Unexplainable and unattainable, is there an escape from me?
Morpheus, shaping shadows, haunting your every dream.
Stay a while within my tendrils, I plan to not defy,
Stare into your own feeble mind with dull and dilated eyes,
Available and malleable, but a serum, we can never be to sure,
Morpheus, shaping wallows, the poison makes it worse.
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