dead dreams

found online, not my own image

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I

I can feel the Ides approach me

Skin scabs and knives drawn

Out and open as my insides shall soon be

Soon they will be spread on the concrete

Reclaiming my rightful throne of dirt

And then you will grip my holy heart

Away the sky retreats and screams

It screams as I die—

“Even you, God?”

II

And scissors breach the earth

They stream above and touch the string

That ties me to my soul and heaven

Clipped brightly in pastures of mud

Of darkened unsightly dirt

Of hands raised up from the dead

And then they grip my trailing string

To draw me down into graves of hate—

“Join me in this beautiful end.”

III

And I lay down and my hands to the depths

Pressed into the bone broth of the dead

My eyes no longer blue no now white

Imagine: the headlights rushing in

I flit between realms and float garrulously

(my love)

Gray ghost I am

Haunting every hall heaven-sent

I am nothingness—

“I am a vision, a hallucination…”

IV

Drown me in the everlasting night

That seeps into a pit of even darker shadow

My body lies still and my breath is no more

The birds fly next to me and see through

As a transparent screen tinges reality

I fall as the sky falls down there

Fraught with fissures of fictional fate

I feel no wind see no wind hear no wind but—

“Evil lives and grows with each hand’s strike.”

V

(my love)

I'll be there when you sleep and you know not

Whether I'm there when you wake

Only that it's colder when I am

And you feel the call of the umbrella indoors

My tears fall and I hope you hear them crash

Around me and you and you and me

The wet darkness leaves me alone and

The lantern gradually sends its melancholic light—

“I am the dream you dream tonight.”

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