It is Not a Dream

sometimes dreams and reality are one in the same

It is Not a Dream


Feverish dreams eupting in a cold sweat,
Awakening with a scream, muscles tightened into
hard knots.
A portent of malevolent mystery.
Symbolic horror: They know my name...They have
bled me.
Blood...so much blood...hands awash in my own
blood.

Restless nights of terror, of horrible
anticipation.
Led from a darkened labyrinth into a bestial
courtyard.
The ghouls of hell await, they drink of the soul,
their toast to chaos, to the well of
unthinking madness.
Pray for me...Pray for me...I fear I have sinned.

Abyssal blue liquid impulses...(bleed for me).
Electric shock synergy...(die for me).
Thoughts, Feelings, Emotions...all held in check
behind the wall of eternal indifference.
I can't go to sleep...my nightmares...they breath.

Feverish dreams erupting in a cold sweat,
Conscience askew, the white oblivion promises all.
A runaway nightmare with no end, no escape, the
thick and twitching mind of a demon without
rhyme or reason.
Madness, sweet madness...It is not a dream.