The Bleeding Dreamer

I'm being chased alarmed, pale faced and the wings on my back don't fly and then I'm falling backwards but I'm landing in the sky The sky is filled with cats and birds and metal bottle caps and the air remains a vacuum to contain my soundless laughs I see you floating by me in your velvet red balloon and I ask you with my eyeballs if you're shooting for the moon You answer with three puffs of smoke and half a cup of tea You then begin to dig the clouds and plant a rainbow tree The colors can't ignore me and I beg them for a ride so they swoop beneath my body and I slip and slip and slide I land with bumps and bruises and a hollow, silent scream as I wake to see I've cut myself and bled out all my dreams....