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…