Teach me what’s happening in my mind,
What I wasn’t taught in class.
Please help me escape this reality,
You’re the ghost of my dreams.

This reaper of knowledge and wisdom,
Stripping my mind of freedom.
Ushering me to my inevitable coma,
Seductively stealing my thoughts.

They tell me that only a human mind,
Could invent something as insipid as love.
But why when it is pointless to fight,
Do I continue to persist without repose.

They stutter to me that love is only a word,
That there is no human emotion of love.
But how can I explain? I would kill everyone.
All for the word I yet still speak of love.

And as my class comes to its end,
I awake from my coma.
My glassy eyes staring into the depths of the stars above,
The reaper had stripped my mind, but left my body for the ravens.