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Nightmare







Nightmare



The evening's falling/
These things caught me/
From defeating drawling/
Whispers in my head, evil thoughts we/
All have, believe me, sorry/
Treason haunts me/
The reaper calls me/
Dreams are balmy/
Cause when I awake my sheets are on me/
Stuck with sweat like adhesives, promptly/
Clinging calmly/
Until I swing the party/
Towards evil carnies/
And beaches crawling/
With leeches, larger/
Weevils, common/
Beetles, varmints/
And stinking larvae/
And I'm shrinking smaller/
They're all seeming taller/
I think I'm on the/
Same level as them, underneath the awning/
Of grass, its green and starting/
To overreach, its blocking/
The sun, the leaves and mosses/
Keep me startled/
Heaping fauna/
Over me in equal toppings/
Please, I'm washing/
Away, unclean like laundry/
I'm beat and rocking/
On the edge of sanity and pondering/
The leap, I'm stalking/
It, before I jump, deceased, forgotten/
I'm beastial, heartless/
Then I blink and all of/
A sudden I'm obese and trawling/
Through a freezing market/
And I'm being sought with/
Eager nauseous/
Need by convicts/
A priest is on his/
Deathbed and he's speaking constant/
In tongues with meager promise/
Is this real or nonsense/
I'm feeling toppled/
A shrill and awful/
Cry is ripping all the/
Air out of my lungs, riddled, crawling/
With mirth, drilling, boxing/
Me in a corner, diseased and cautious/
My knees are knocking/
And the Earth suddenly is rocking/
In every impossi-/
Ble position, it increases, jostling/
West to East, I'm caught in/
The nth degree, impostor/
In these distraught symph-/
Onies, unpolished/
Worlds open up, and I'm asleep and talking/
To myself, mysteries and bondage/
I'm here under sheets and lodged in/
My room, I lean and pop in/
My slide mirror/
It was a nightmare/
But I'm right here/
And my fears/
Are with me, ill logic/

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