you, the dream,
the dream I dream.
was it ever reality?

december haze
oh, I held you again in a dream,
and the world sighed
because, for once, 
comfort breathed
where snarling lived.
grayscale
painted with color. 

you are the dream,
the dream I dream.
and i danced with 
a devil, and it
tarnished our world. 

- m.j.m