I had this dream where I woke up to a grand And um, I jumped from the And the door from its lock And rushed into the blackness of the hallway
But there, on all sides lying to each other rows and rows of executioners
Some were shirtless, robe less and throbbing with Sweat delicately sneaking through body hair All were Some like century guillotine henchmen
had crudely made hoods like scarecrows Or sudden ripped ski with slobber from their clenching jaws And some had burlap masks sown So they looked like they were of human skin
Each one held a weapon, large mallets, fashioned axes And large clubs, pipes, but I wasn't to retreat, no
I was forced to move them their swinging weapons The clubs, the bats, the tools, the shovels The large and small axes, big with nails
Staples and embedded in them the beating, falling down, getting up Again and again and again and to make it out at any cost
And next I stumbled into a, strange marshy world Where I was, I was oddly In squirrels and other starving rodents
Then from above out on the Several dolls fell the branches Where they were nooses made of human hair
They all, uh, they started and sucking And trying to feed from me, to enter my belly And some pushed needles into my veins and And as I looked some had nails their hands, torsos and throats
I was froze, dead carbonized As I kicked them away I see all around me Of and piles of dead sea life, large fish Smelly covered all in dead shrouds
And their empty bodies whispered A language, I couldn't decipher But somehow and their cries were me, feed me
They wanted me to around them, chew them up into a paste And smear inside their mouths
And as I, I around I could see the shape of a woman, perfect, erotic Squatting over a pile of these dead And as I ran to her and said, "What the are you doing?"
And she had no face and then she turned to And suddenly And then exploded into a 1000 pieces at my
And just as I took a breath This world was shoved and But an intruding tidal of microorganisms Neutrinos, exploding atoms and binding
I was in the moon again Frightened, aching and And that's I remember most The ache, I can't