Sleep

And so now I escape to fetid dreaming
A place even my mind is after me.
Eels, heads, jelly, snakes

Imagination eats at my sanity
But then what is real and what is not?
Rappers, chains, princesses, 333

My dreams get the better of me
Head throbbing with the rush of it all
Pumpkins, grey, alligators, leaves

And how am I to escape my own dreams?
Warping how I see myself and others?
Spiderwebs, guns, lies, LIES, LIES!

Poem by tomoyan

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