Imagine there existed a distant land called Dreamdom, which contained every object, creature and scenario imaginable. Then imagine if our dreams were nothing but a perverse drama, with us donning the director's hat. We drag a permutation of these creatures onto the screen of our mind, and assign them roles and attributes based on our thoughts. Night after night, these actors would perform their assigned tasks and head back to this "Imagination-land" to get some rest during the day. This verse is written from the point of view of one such figment of imagination.
My skin is sore, doesn't feel like mine
Satanic red lighting is making me blind
I hear spooky BGM gradually unfold
Today it seems I've projected my soul
Into a scary movie, that has yet to be screened
I'm living out a nightmarish dream
As I kill with no remorse, i find myself praying
Only the twisted of heart, I am slaying.
Powerless I feel, devoid of control
I am just your ordinary tortured soul
Deported from Dreamdom (where everything exists)
Into the fantasy of some demented kid.
Doing his bidding, fueled by his rage
Enacting his hateful plot, page by page.
I can only hope this dream ends soon
For it reeks quite terribly of wretched doom.
As the alarm bell wails, I can call it a day.
Tomorrow I yearn to be in a cheerful play.
I can only wish , there's no way to know
My life is just that kind of show.
