The Dreamers

To the ones who sing

With letters etched in their minds,


For a scrap of paper

To release the visions trapped inside

With wide eyes they

Come to life

Even a surprise to

The visionary mind


To the dreamers

Who dare to speak

In the tongues

Of their own reality

In which they could

Dance and sing


They would cry

and scream

As their lovers and friends met

Death against

The creator's cruel reality

Innocent blood

Drips from the pen

Forming a script

With a sudden end.