Lucid Dream

Why do you weep when the sun sets blood red?
Why do you break your own skin?
Why do you weep for humanity’s sins
When you are a saint in the din?

They are unfeeling, unruly, unreal,
Yet you and your heart are alive.
You are yet real in a make-believe world
And you for Nirvana must strive.

With your eyes burning bright
And your steed clad in black,
You as the army must fight.
You are the savior,
The truth through the lies,
The light in the velvety night.

You feel my pain with your eyes open wide
While they feel but Heavenly bliss.
You see each mem’ry, a scar of your past,
While they all but happiness miss.

Feel now my wounds, my memory scars,
And drink in the venom of truth.
If you must weep, then weep for our souls
Not for the masses uncouth.

Taste now the salt, the salt of a tear,
The tears of those righteous in past.
Hear then cry out to the future’s unknown
And see the world’s flag at half mast.

We must unite and fight hard to save
What’s left of the Earth’s right to life.
We have a year, a month and a day
To pull out the hilt of the knife.

We must not tarry and dare not forget
Three sevens aligned in a row.
We must be wary and fend off the Beast,
Three sixes held ready in tow.

You must not weep but for stars burning out,
But for death in the Valley of Hope.
For the loss of the innocence of all humankind,
For the world’s inability to cope.

And as my eyes search the clouds for signs of defeat,
You lean in and whisper to me:
“Close your eyes and awake in a land without sin,
In a land where our souls may be free.”