Stillborn
The reoccurring dream of a stillborn child
I’m seeing myself, death in denial
The gift of knowledge, a grievance mundane
The ultimate pleasure lies within pain
The distortion of truth, the color of ice
The purity of youth, the labyrinth of life
The substance revealed, as though it seems
I cannot differentiate reality from dreams
Psychotic congestion, metamorphic mind
Lost lucidity, two worlds combine