Turn on those lights.
You don't care.
Do you make them this way purposefully?
Do you let us see what we want--
So you can take it back just as quick?
These are your semi-sweet dreams.
They give a little,
But then, take all.
You love to mock,
Show us a piece of what we could have,
Before you remind us we can't.
Some believe that we can control you.
I disagree.
I've wished to put an end to them,
To have stopped these wonderful dreams.
Because I realize,
You are ruthless and without a soul.
You will never replay or resume
Anything and everything you show us.
These are your semi-sweet dreams,
Full of our deepest, darkest, most delirious desires,
Biting back the rank, bitter, woeful taste of remorse.
What you might think is semi-sweet kills,
It murders,
Those dreams destroy.
But what would you know?
You are just the creator
Of these semi-sweet dreams.
