it is cruel to dare to dream

It seems cruel even to dare to dream
Where rage burns alongside hope.

Silence engulfs the din of life
In the serene calm of the night
Under the storm of noises around
Each flame pleads for some light.

In the megapolis of dreams
As each moment seems to grope
In the slow abating breath
I see the corpse of hopeless hope.

What dreams can own these nightmares?
What life can end these lives?
What vision lies in those eyes?
Those eyes which hide all the lies.

It seems too easy for me to hate
As rage begets some rage
I seemed so mature just moments ago
As now each moment begins to age.

I kneel today in front of these
Holy fangs of this world’s trinity
As the creation seems to bow now
To Anguish, despair and uncertainty.

It seems cruel even to dare to dream
Where rage burns alongside hope.