Gasping for the rimose intricacy of truth,
Running from the gallows whilst you tie your own noose;
Again you can't believe in substance to this dream.
Wolves howl in unison as darkness floods the room,
Sorrows visions appear and no-one sheds a tear;
Again you can't believe that you are this dream.
Skulls glisten and broken bones twist in this prison
Like macabra puzzleboard that reaps draining rewards.
I will take you hither where the last good angel dreams.
Psychotic laughter beckoning forever happily everafter.
My mind exhausted and departed; but nothing never sleeps.
