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Dreams
Living without a purpose
floating down the line
smiling at the blinding parade that slips by
bouncing in my plastic bubble
suffocating so slowly
circumference receding
time is running short
the walls around me stretch
laughing at my struggle
the only way out i see
to swallow the plastic
it'll never pass
warm glow behind me
the fires of my dreams
melting my prison
singeing the flanks of your hopes
you shield me from the light
asking me to lay in the cold
night sweats drowning you
I writhe in sleep
lids stapled shut
rigor mortis setting in
the flames return
full of hate and fear
the heat is rising
leap to my feet
rip through the staples
blood cascades down
forms a halo of crimson
patterns an arrow on the ground
follow the blood to your fate
escaping the flood of misguided hate
lead me to sweet flower burning
breathe in the fumes till the world that stops turning
shatter the silence, exuberant screams
finally found a blind man's dreams
spires of light pour forth from my mind
lyrical hurricane inside you'll find
turning the page, turning the tide
alive.
Hodgepodge Imagery
I loved mixed everything all together reminds me of my surrealist days that I sink into occasionally, well frequently. Tumultuously written, an emotional rollercoaster of cataclysmic proportions - good voyage this - allets
oooh let the blood letting
oooh let the blood letting begin!!! now look whose dark eh? great write!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."