Sinister

take a peek my little boy
my shadow, my little toy

time comes soon to feel my truth
fantasies wasted of your youth

decry the illusions seen in the now
believe in a future without a how

told over an awareness left
behind in solitude a battle reft

are you prepared for the battles naught
the lonely heart which has come and fought

i wish you well to seek a dream
this point of delusion creates a seam

you travel with notions of desire
this sick dream without a fire

infantile are the notions seen
you’re not welcome to this dream

i am here
it will always be now
my soul is joined
with which no how

only a when, a place, a know that this dream is real
only a truth, a life, a place you can never feel…