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Based on a dream.

Fabric, Worn to the point of Translucency, Shows its weave, Like a gossamer skeleton. These empty eyes Languish, in a ..

Dreams, like days, are Ghosted by the ravenous: Deep sea monstrosities Distend and distort During long ascents into The shallow sea..

The child inside me Is always crying, And he cannot stop. Tears burst forth In each moment Afresh: Hot, salty and stinging the ..

I use this fountain pen, Snug in my grip, To delve into The caverns Of my mind Blood wells up Often. But I find that It makes for Good Ink. ..

There are too many tears In this life- I have been awash With them, And feared I might drown. No rescue came, I just Lear..

My smileIs a grotesque mask;A fitting cover For a diseased soul.

Eyes like pissholes in old snow, A smile like a dog eating s**t, A cheerful refrain while all aloneSuit this misanthropic twit.

I haven’t been sleeping wellSo my psychiatrist Suggested keeping a Dream Journal To get to the bottom Of things. On the week..

The machinations of the mind Are difficult to know. But turn the eye towards our dreams- A most unsightly show!