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Uneasy dreams



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

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