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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