I once had a nightmare,
In the form of a dream,
And while it played out,
I wanted to scream!
This dream that I had,
It was more real than life,
And it ended the same way,
Like the point of a knife...
no, knives = bad. no, no knives. you know what, ill spell the whole thing out just cuz i feel like it. ok, here we go: knives equal bad. no knives. i mean it too. you scare me when you think of such things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short down to the point, its nice and descriptive i like how you compared it