[Poem] Dying Illusions
It’s a gloomy cloudy day;
I run with all my might,
There’s a Dinosaur behind me,
She says everything is alright.
I search for a compassionate face;
The ants have closed shop,
They say look even deeper,
Find the first dewdrop.
The butterflies make faces at me;
It’s not funny anymore,
I try to close my eyes,
But I can’t shut the door.
I call out for the Lamagier;
Ask her to eat my bone,
She says it’s her joie de vivre,
To deny me the pleasure to groan.
I want to play and need a toy;
I seek out a snake,
She takes me home and seduces me,
I run away for I know she’s fake.
The day’s about to end, it’s still cloudy;
The trees dance with me and enliven my breath,
When along comes a Robot with its ugly face,
It picks me up and bashes me, leads me to mother Death.