Deprivation

Maybe it's not so bad,
That my dreams
Aren't even fairytales
Anymore.
Because when I'm
Asleep,
Everything:
All my fantasies,
They come true.
But only for a night,
And then those
Visions pass.

Until I learned
That my wishes
Would come true
If I dreamed
In real life.

Everyone
Is happy,
Everyone
Is mine.
Nobody
Is napping,
Nobody
Knows time.

The sleep that we have come to love
Is that which we fear the most,
For if Mr. Sandman himself
Down himself upon us,
The lullaby wishes
And toxic kisses
Would slowly fade away...
So we deprive ourselves
From the murderous,
Oppressive force of nature:
Sleep.

Everything
Is perfect,
Everything
Is wonderful.
Nothing
Is dead,
Nothing
Is alive.

Now the streets
Filled with moon,
The people roam it
Searching
For their lost
Hallucination.
The high they got
From insomnia.

Then the times all stopped,
And people fell from
The ground and sky.
The toads and princes
Intertwined.

Our fairytale dreams
Of love and adventure,
Drift away with every morning.
Washed away
By all the sunshine
In your eyes.

The people slept for days,
Endless, eternal.
Unawakened,
Undisturbed.
They had no dreams
They never would.
The magic of the mind
Would never see the light.

The little children of the world
Born into the day,
They would see another time
Within their solemn graves.
All was fair and quiet,
Dreaming 'neath the stars,
When suddenly a secret hush
Was deathly cold upon them.

Bravo Steve! xD Keep up the good work!

Thanks. [: I have a ton of poetry... I just don't know what all to post.. (I mean literally, hundreds of poems)

Wow! That's really good! ;]

Cool! it really good! :)