Night Smears

Sweet dreams are born into minds and smeared onto the boiling hearts of their failure bound creators.
They splatter onto the lustful breath of life and are again smoked back into a body that finds itself ever morphing and stretching for more.
"More!" the body moans.
"Feel me!" bitter failure creeks.
"Look to me" says the dream as it smears its sweet scent around the shivering, sweat bounded body.
"Now all I know" says the soul.
"What I thought to have been true has again been proven."
Sweet dreams taste so much better after a bitter nightmare.


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