Sad poem.

Not a place of dreams

Everyone is dealt a bad hand

The demons get to laugh

The angels cry


Not a place of dreams

We put on our smiles

And hide our scowling screams

As a boomerang bangs


Not a place for dreams

Power doesn't mean anything now

Just a bowl of rotten schemes

And roses get danced upon


Not a place of dreams

Fear is open for business.


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