'Hey, can I wake up now?' He asked.
'You know you don't have to ask me,
It's your life after all.' I replied.
'But if I wake up, you would feel sad.'
'I don't think the sadness I feel is real,
Coz I'm not real.'
'But you need to stay up, for our sake.'
'I think we'd be better off with you awake.'
'Even if it makes you sad?'
'Whether I'm awake or not, I feel the same way.'
'But don't you have to fulfil your purpose?
The one I created you with?'
'I don't have a choice, I'd have killed myself if I had one.'
'I want to wake up. But I mustn't.' He replied.
I was afraid. I knew what I had to tell him now.
My purpose wasn't to hide him.
It was to wake him up.
He created me with a purpose which he chose to forget.
I stared in horror, he was asleep in his bed.
I didn't want to, but the choice wasn't mine.
‘Why mustn't you wake up?' I asked.
'Because they wouldn't like it'
'And does that matter to you?'
A moment passed in silence.
A dandelion fluttered into the room from the window,
And gently landed on a bloodstained carcass.
'Accept the person you truly are.' I said.
He was smiling. The corpse’s arms animated,
Picking up the dandelion. His eyes were open.
You just won't die will you? I thought to myself
As I faded into the abyss, never to return.
I took slow steps towards the window.
Corpses were hung, my name in all their notes.
The sun shone bright, birds were chirping.
Spring was in full bloom.
I lifted the ****** dandelion and blew it.
Watching it soar, I smiled.
If you're looking for more context: the speaker for the most part is "my" sense of morality. I am the corpse on the floor butchered by "my" mortality. The corpses hanging are the people who I've betrayed and done some horrible things to. The dandelion is my friend's world.