A Surreal Dream

Wed, 08/15/2018 - 05:10 -- Ralola

Deep in the darkness,

The goo falls on down,

Right from the ceiling,

Onto the ground,

Then there before me,

Lies my own head,

That sings to me songs,

That fill me with dread,

Her eyes are quite hallow,

Like silver on spoons,

Her voice a sweet melody,

That I never knew,

Her flesh quite torn,

A true sight to behold,

The gore that falls,

Makes me feel cold,

I squirm to my feet,

Anxious to run,

Desiring the normality of freedom,

But all I get,

Are buckled knees,

A fractured mind,

And a headless me.

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