A poem by Simon N.
How can I kill the lover in my dream?
Kill her rosy lips.
Kill her gentle touch.
Kill her alluring smile.
How can I kill a sweet nightmare?
I am trapped in the palace of melancholy dreams.
I can't see where pretty flowers bloom.
I can't feel the sun's kindly warmth.
How can I kill my selfish self to wake up from a vain dream?
Shatter the icy glass.
Shatter the false snowflakes.
Shatter the glamour of hopelessness.
Can I find true love in this decaying world?