It lied and will never be trusted
again, Spliced open and subject to disease
it has taken years for my wound to scar
The dream lied
Perhaps it has always lied
masqueraded as a byline for the weary
maybe it was once true, but now it is
not, hammered down into oblivion
I will never trust the dream again
The dream lied
It spit me out, chewed me up, and
wretched me out again. I am a
victim of the dream’s lie
now I lie, my brain tattered and torn
in pieces,
I lie, as I lay, and bleed red, on a flag.
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