Again, I find myself in Gotham,
As I have all other times near the end.
Where dreams and people
Die slowly, and painfully.
Where I am not strong enough.
I cannot lift Selina over my shoulder.
I cannot spin her around.
She isn't wearing a red shirt.
The only thing surrounding is
Is a field of fresh glass.
The only thing hitting my backside
Are the blows and attacks
Of a stranger who I do not know,
But understand I stole from.
Selina is screaming to be let go,
And when she is,
When everything that is awful
Is finally over…
There is no smile on her lips,
Or my own. Only blood.
I feel emotions of rage, anger
And fingers curled in hatred.
No love or friendship.
No happiness.
No leaf in Selina's curls, having
Lost their colour in the passing days.
No sunshine in the sky.
Only grey clouds of hopelessness.
They tease and taunt us relentlessly.
Yet still, we keep on fighting.
Still, we push, with childlike bodies,
Meant for nothing more than play.
I awake,
But the dream continues.
Never being final it soon
Turns into a nightmare.
Beginning anew, fresh.
All over again,
And I realize, a person
With so much happiness
And joy,
Can only be found
In the comfort
Of a dream.