Dreams

In the places where

Shape blades of grass and delicate wind

Carry the sun

My body fades away.

I let go of my past

My present

My future

And let my scars be seen.

Staying tether to the world

Of whores and death

By a body I can not escape.

For when I open my eyes again

there will be no soft light

Or peace to embrace me.

So I fight to stay

In the floating abyss we call dreams.

Where pain can not reach me

And responsibilities do not matter.

Where freedom is born

And raised.

By Creativities rules.