|Posted on October 10, 2013 at 11:40 PM|
My dreams are hiding
I can’t find em’
Looking for em’
I sleep light
Then cause a fight
In the dawn of night.
Support my neck,
The fluff is hollow.
I can’t follow you Lord,
This mattress is my open casket,
My mind erodes, corrodes, never explodes
Close though, exciting panic attacks
Originally published in "The Onyx" Spring 2012 edition (print)