yesterday’s blues
are a kick in the bollocks I try to avoid them but they still burn me down they poisoned my blood with a dubious concoction they said it was an accident I say it was foolishness but
we all agree something went wrong because
I died on the pillow while my mind
birthed a nightmare I was walking in my sleep casting
heavy shadows but I could not
escape they’d locked all the doors
I really
can’t recall everything that
happened but hallucinatory fragments
coalesce in horror a gory exhumation the dead and near dead rising I conversed
with demons who seemed familiar and fluid
and feasted with ghosts who once were friends of mine it’s
a reoccurring dream an affliction of
memory I’ve tasted my death and it plays
on my mind
No comments:
Post a Comment