I sit alone scratched by life’s claws
My wounds weep crimson tears
I yearn to scrape the polish off my sanity
And peel away reality’s faded skin
In my veins flow rivers of melted poison
That ferry of exotic shores
I plunge into the scared water of my imagination
And swim through liquid nightmares…
There I float in weightless riddles
Adrift in a tide of possibility
I build castles in the foam and watch them dissolve in the glising ruin of a wave
I feel reality like an intrusive hand
Disrupt the visions current I return
In the grip of flesh and bone
The dreams bleed through making life bearable
