Dreams

Undefined and shapeless, drifting between colourless and acid trips to

Rival Pink Floyd songs, and all the things that never existed raise their heads

And start to inhabit the caverns of unconsciousness.

Disconnected and blurred out; like a dripping watercolour,

Gold paint and reptilian blood.

 

Walking through universes of nothing, never really existing,

Just barely lucid, the world through a dirty mirror,

Stained with humanity and broken stars.

 

The scars never reach this far, they never hurt here in

A land of the numb and unfeeling; morphine people tripping through

Regret

 

 

 

The End

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