Dreams of starlight and rainbows
Clouds that we can touch
No concrete, no rush – hustle and bustle is illegal here
Outside of the lucid Jack in the Box, outside of the little box of horrors.
Cyber chains around the neck cease to exist.
Finding ourselves amongst the bushes and shrubs that slowly transforms into our own forest desert.
Radiant physical movements that shine
Fields and fields of walkable oceans
But even fairytales have nightmares
Even if they’re beautiful and pretty in pink
Lucifer shines the most
The most beautiful and exalted
With a voice of a thousand harmonies
And a laugh like an elegantly plucked harp
Evil can be beautiful.