No honor.

Last night I met a dream,
it told me I was greedy & a fake.
Froze me up then I shrugged,
don't know which voice I should trust.

Saw it clearly in the mud.
All the protections worth a laugh.
Never alone but a space above.
How long ago was the trip to mars?

It seems I knew the way to hell.
It's a bet's away from heaven's door.
Used to be clever, nothing to show for.
All the drama sins the record.

Time wasted & broken-hearted.
It's me that I have tricked.
A spirit defined by blood & bones.
Desperation is a dish served warm.