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My eyelids flutter

not wanting to leave

the pastel coloured dreams,

and to stay in that moment of tranquillity,

instead of the harsh solid colours of reality,

shades of darkness, splashed with violent blood-red,

dark purples of sorrow and pain, flooded with tears.

What happened to the golden sun,

the blue sky of hope?

Why is everything grey,

has the purity of white disappeared completely?

What did we do to mankind,

where did the dreamers go,

did we exhaust their dreams?


The culprits lurk in the shadows,

they come in shades of gloom

and in different shapes and minds.

They will not rest

until they have destroyed every one of us,

but the Planet will remain and

there will be new life

with a fresh spectrum of colours

after death.