Tiny creatures, eerie and child like visit me in the nights I am sleepless playing games of hide and seek under my eyelids where in half dreams I see them watching with their over sized heads the shape of rotting melons and their sunken in eyes, hard, endless dark pits of decaying innocence taunting me…
Time of Death
slipping into the slow rot of a cadaver’s skin laid out on a cold gurney I am dreaming of lost and forgotten journeys trapped in the morgue of my own thoughts traveling between worlds back and forth to and from the nowhere nothingness of places where the nothingness never ends unable to wake though…
