If All Your Dreams Were Nightmares

The mist slowly rises curling its tail about a post Coal black dust drips from corners of memory's page Drip drip drip Shimmering black, surreal and cold blood pools in its Drip drip drip Alone(forever) for now Shimmering distance It comes growing larger, closer, clearer iris of golden maroon tears Drip drip drip from unseen gashes and tears Blood (not) tears Drip drip drip from unseen gashes and tears Shivering cold, Jump If all your dreams were nightmares Dream of what a nightmare would be