Dreams Don’t Come True

Dreams don’t come true.

At least I hope not.

The rot of your mind is what comes alive.

Like it did last night.

No sound when I cried.

Not conscious of time.

But the darkness had life.

The faces,

I failed to recognise.

They danced and they jived.

Until my soul felt tied,

Within this inner night.

The silent terror inside

Me, but,

Peacefully unshaken on the outside.

However hard I tried,

To escape the mental ride,

I was bound to die.

But had nine lives?

The loop survived,

Again and again they tried.

Until sunrise,

My mind had lied.

Because dreams don’t come true.