I dream darkly, dicing with desire.
You are not to deny me these dangerous dreams,
They are dangerous only to me.
When nothing else remains,
When all else is stolen away,
They will still be deliciously distracting.
This is my disorder, my indulgence,
It’s how I declare my despair.
Deny me nothing, all is stolen away
Except the pictures my mind can paint,
Elusive, translucent, they will fade.
I’ll dream of the dreams of the dreams
Like tracing paper, or a silk screen
I’m trapped behind, living fantasy.
All I have, all I will have
Is muted copies.
It’s impossible to capture
Something so unreal.