Somewhere in the night Morpheus sobs into my sleep Combustible dreams made of sulfur invade my senses Nerves being injected by blue liquid crystals Under dark lights of abandoned night clubs City lights hurt my eyes, chlorine cutting through Saccharine purity, blinding with the florescent blaze Of a sanitised interrogation chamber My breath water-boarded by babel Powdered blade mixed with melted glass powdered In a chalice made of orchids, drunk by demons Who are not demons, on a winter solstice night Fraught with reflections of people loved, despised and degraded Little pieces of madness smothered into Perfect symmetry till it resembles sanity, crushed And melded into a dirty brown stone trapped in a Grill of iron, decorated with fringes of silver Smelted onto my finger, scarring the darkness with unbearable easiness, an armor made Of Uneasy dreams