the corruption

The dream of rain and night,
So far, but yet so close;
So unusual, but yet so real.
With great expectations,
The rain outside the windows,
Went on forever so heavily,
While the vapour cut through those windowpanes,
Soaking my entire dress in perspiration.

Yeah,
The sweat of nervousness,
It was just so real.

Waited forever so lonely at the side-door,
Peeking out the window of hope,
The fire in soul which would never extinguish easily.
But when time passed by,
The step towards reality came closing in.

And in a mixture of fear and excitement,
The question which had been lingering in my mind,
Burst out of my mouth.

And the answer,
Made my world shattered into pieces of frust.

Was I over-confident?

And the stone in my chest brought me wide awake,
When the yellow light shone through the curtains and filled my room with hopes.

How sarcastic.

While the corruption made,
Is still burning vividly,
In the back of my mind.

It must not come true.