Nightmare Factory
Gory frames run in sequence in my dreams,
they are contorted and very strange,
seldom do I sight the figurines,
for sure to keep them forever,
they slither like the things they do,
even the acts terrify me and run away,
perhaps nightmares are all alike,
all elements are ephemeral,
and experience sudden death,
perhaps it is my own mind,
that has ran pretty hard amuck,
it is looking to scare me to hell,
it generates images and guys,
the sale is made before I could even buy,
I get up screaming in muffled trembles,
sweat streaming on my body ravines,
I am not alive,
till I get the cool room gust,
I collapse back in consternation,
my body is asleep,
my mind is not,
it conjures new ones now,
with new found concentration.
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