June

Agony in the Garden by Frans Schwartz

We choose to be sad,
We choose to be blind.
We bathe in the pain,
That flows from our heart and mind.

Chaos we gave a shell,
And painted those walls well.
We built Heaven in Hell,
Until all crumbled and fell.

Earth feeds on the corpses of dreamers,
This world’s true winners.
Their greatest victory was believing,
Wherever they are, they are still dreaming.

From my book Morpheus