Dreams Vs Reality

vast jungles of flesh giants of monotony these intellect crushing beasts disguised gardens of deceit from a petri dish poisoned by mutant chemicals what's left of the beauty transforms to become wings sometimes I wonder if I should speak of these things who could be listening in? breathing the thick air of lost opportunities crying heavy tears of expired love witnessing a higher form of intelligence undeserving of humanity and my frail sanity who could be listening in? time to destroy the evidence and move on