Dreamless and Seething
Dreaming up bloody battles night after night.
Sleep on a bed of thorns turned over light.
This is how we return to the rude guests.
The worst possible scenario was the best.
The heart and mind joined together.
Lady with a passion for stormy weather.
Yes, even with my eyes squeezing shut.
At night, beauty is seen at the door of your hut.
Think of your existence as a nightmare.
And you'll never wake up, don't you care?
The moon tracked me as I tried to breathe.
Death in the sun, the towns seethe.
Sun drips on my head to provide peace.
The first breaths of the vivid truth ceased.
Written: October 25, 2022
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