combined and dessicated
are the places I go
someone explain to me why it feels so real
laughing until I vomit onto my last meal
Science Fiction Nightmares
and pornographic dreams
somehow, some way
they both end in screams
someone explain to me why it feels so real
crying until I giggle into the razor's steel
It's getting so I don't want to go to bed
because of who and what awaits me in my head
They lure me in
smiles playing on my urges
as the clothes come off
that shotgun emerges
I cannot find peace because of what lives
in the dancing shadows behind my eyelids
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