/ Night mare (poem) - I made it when i was 17
I wanna have the same last nightmare again tonight
The one where I have myself in my most parts, I woke up and I survived
Just as my two walls closed me within
My eyes are opened up with the purest light.
I think there're some places in this life you can't find
Where people have their souls connected
Where children have themselves run wild
Where every single tree has itself reach for the sky
Where sorrows are bunches of fragrant flowers.
Where pains are emphatic victories.
Where death is the most joyful celebration.
And where Hell could sow the seeds of affections.
I believe I won't feel a wraith.
I can feel no aggravation, no frustration.
I see no defection, no degradation, and no corruption.
No more evils. Then
I will treat my wounds by true repentance.
I will pour my blood into total sincerity.
I will imprison my soul in eternal truths.
Maybe my spirit is sleeping somewhere cold.
Keeping my great secret in nightmare.
Dreamers are all alone. But I believe I am not.
For it is a whole new world in my own nightmare.
Nightmare is home.
Anyway, we can build up the very new paradise, here.
Together, we deny our demise
Decimate all the hypocrisy
Demolish all the jealousy
From the shadows of our past
From the depths of our crash
Stepping forward into the light
We all make it together.
We are all to conquer this endeavor
Stronger than ever.
Make our ascension.
It was not mine.
It's our dream.