My Unicorn

Dream; An eerie sense of awakening, a dark desire of death.

I dreamt that you really existed. But were you ever real?
Was it just my mind's cage where you lived and were perfect?

I idolised your exuberance. I worshipped your kindness.
To not be with you was easy, because you were with me all along.
But as I got stronger, you grew fainter.
I've lost sight of your image now.

Does it mean I've finally healed?
Or that I've been emptied of love?