Flipping pages of a book a girl sighed
Staring through the window raindrops and puddle collide
Scent of season, changes of tide
Close your eyes all of these you have denied

Ravishing thoughts rummaging through your head
Like spinning spindle taking the role as a thread
Bound to be that but chose instead
To be cutted down like near a deathbed

Passing her fingertips through the glassy door
Never in her mind had once occur
Twice she had been trick by the same act
Igonoring one's senses she opened the lock

Silently reaching out
Though for her it was her loudest shout
Forming cracks around the special place
The girl ran and fasten her pace

Upon reaching the ugly paradise
Picking up a thorny flower during her stride
Stepping closer recieving a fright
Drowning in the pitless hole, blocking the light

Gasps of air echoed out the room
Trickle of water flowed down representing doom
Putting pressure in every hold
The dream happaned starts to mold

Agony masking like ecstasy
Feeling her beat but not a single empathy
Was it the fact that her dream had explicit taste
That caused the actions she made at haste

Right or wrong there was no real answer
For she had savor a sweet flavour
Putting pieces and made a decision
Not an invention but near intuition
That was a lifetime memory she can bring
Plainly hyperbole naming a beautiful nightmare in a lucid dream


© Ice G.