Thursday, October 8, 2015


Nightmares so deep
You wake from your sleep
Three times
Before you're sure it's you,
Punching at the strife
Of foul phases of life,
Wishing you had a gun
Or a sharp enough knife.
And then you feel
That drip drip drip of pain
That soaks you like rain
In ways you can't explain
To the black dog at your heel
Licking wounds that might be real.
Your brain flashes lightning -
Nerve cells rolling over
And over and over again.
But nothing is brightening,
That grey drug washes away
Your smiles and your tears,
So you can sleep,
And drift into dreaming,
As a prelude to screaming
From your theatre of fears.

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