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....
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