Stolen Dreams

Dangerously awaken by stolen dreams from my past life.. Finally caught the Narrator's attention disguised as the protagonist, an ally Yet the alibi, for taking so long Was the lack of advice... ~ I advised myself to be heavily sedated, In respect of the peasant with dying dreams that he would make it, Never dreamed that the grave by the lake is where he would take it, I wake up in these stolen dreams in a mind currently vacant. "My head is aching!!" My hands are shaking, But due to this unscheduled message, My heart is breaking. No use of me saying it, I'm a shrug off the shoulders the moment They get frustrated, Yet they're the curious case of ants in my pants who have collocated. And when the tension Doesn't seem to benefit their intentions I'm evicted, Yet i knew months before of the eviction, I just made the best of my time Despite the predictions. Despite the vengeance.. I deter and rehearse my Exit with good intentions, I tried to flip it but This reciprocal of such a poetic Literature will need a deeper revision. Steady the pistons, Heart and mind in position Aim ready, Hold steady in your positions. I positioned.. Only on one condition... That if we take fire, Can this target, Please have readmission... I swayed the tension, Killed that soft tendon, that Made me sit here and listen. I aimed back at the mission. Wasted time, but I Revised my wishes, My straining eyes In meant condition Given the targets distance.. I held steady for 2 minutes, At the heart Of the Woman whose nonchalance Is well existent Pulled the trigger in mid Admiration, And a last second decision Caused me to slip and Intentionally miss it...