Three Versions

Long Version:

Gone are the good dreams of youth–
The ones that stem from hope
Of the future.
(The gravity of death ruins all.)
The bizarre and wretched become commonplace
And it’s rare just not to wake
From a despairing heart.
But the best dreams are the rarest–
The ones that come from utter exhaustion
Or exaltation.
Simply blackness.

 

Medium Version:

Any dream’s a bad dream–
Whether wicked and hellish,
Or a bizarre conglomoration of memories
We’d rather not drudge up.
The best dreams are the rarest–
The dreams that aren’t really dreams at all,
But unrelenting, unyielding blackness.

 

Short Version:

The best dreams are the rarest–
The dreams that aren’t really dreams at all.
Simply blackness.

night

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