Love your nightmares,
they´ll break the chains on your mind.
They´ll drywash the darker areas
of your grey matter.
Yeah love it, for life is a matter
of minutes or hours away.
The nausea of morning awaits
the pressure and lack.
That build you up to knock you down
thumping infatuation for someone else.
Yeah stay in the bad dream knowing it fiction
like a movie.
And laugh at the subconscious´ attempts to
dismay us more than being awake.
(No rhyme here just prose so if you don´t like it
there´s cheap cucumber sandwiches down at the dirt
and switch station get thrilled and filled like fish on it.)
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