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"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." - E. A. Poe
Daylight hallucination,
flesh begins to feel the chain.
Manic fuge be my dream tonight,
linger to remain.
The last 'no' to the last request
on the trail I traveled on my knees.
Words that wake the worry
lead to bad thoughts and worse ideas.
Hypno lap dancer spirals out of control,
grinds to a halt, ends up losing it all.
Hypno lap dancer sways at a loose end,
fooled into a sudden, certain fall.
Given the marching order, black borders around your soul.
Given the marching order, spiral out of control.
It is the frailty of an insect
that struggles in a web and sheds its armour.
It rushes back to its coc00n, back into the womb.
Headfirst into the womb.
Addiction designs destination,
no subtle changes, this is d*mnation.
Anything required is another thing to loose.
I strive, but it bears no interest for life.