Dream of a Dead
My dreams are color papers
Showing me an imaginative world
Full of fancy and lack of intelligence
Even my vigilant eyes can’t figure out.
I pierce the sky and decorate a new world
My dreams give me chance to go higher and higher
Transcending my ethics and morals
Make a new way by changing the old.
I dream a dream that no one ever dream
That’s the dream of death and everlasting darkness
I think it’s much better than life
As life brings no hope to me.
I shut down my eyes
And go deeper and deeper
Searching for the fate destined for me
O God, where it lies, where it lies?
The world is so cruel to me, why?
I am the looser, why?
Why do you remain silent, O God?
Is it true that there is no end of darkness then?
Oh, Dead man can’t dream of life.
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What makes you believe that the dead don't dream life? Life and death are the two sides of the same coin and always commute from one state of being to the other, cycle of life is indeed a mystery and yet everything goes in circles. It's though a beautiful write!