The black rose

Reality
Is as good
Or as bad
As a dream

You wake up
Out of that
Black rose
In your head

To the black rose
Of a long winters’ night
To a black rose
Of anger

It’s true
You can’t change it
When you are
The prisoner

Of reality
And like in an amphitheatre
Of bloodshed
You are
The entertainment

A bad (or good) dream is exactly like reality, and reality is like a bad (or good) dream.

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