I had this dream I woke up to a grand commotion And um, I jumped from the And whipped the door its lock And rushed into the blackness of the hallway
But there, on all lying next to each other rows and rows of executioners
Some were shirtless, robe and throbbing with anticipation Sweat delicately sneaking through body hair All hooded Some like seventeenth guillotine henchmen
had crudely made hoods like scarecrows Or sudden ski masks with slobber from their clenching jaws And some had burlap masks sown So they looked like they were made of human
one held a weapon, large mallets, crudely fashioned axes And clubs, pipes, but I wasn't compelled to retreat, no
I was forced to between them Past swinging weapons The clubs, the bats, the tools, the shovels The large and axes, big boards with nails
and razorblades embedded in them Taking the beating, down, getting up Again and again and again and to make it out at any cost
And I stumbled into a, this strange marshy world I was, I was oddly drowning In squirrels and other large starving
Then from above out on the Several dolls from the branches Where they hanging With nooses made of hair
all, uh, they started biting and sucking And to feed from me, trying to enter my belly And some pushed large into my veins and And as I looked some had nails their hands, torsos and throats
I was froze, dead carbonized As I kicked away I could see all around me Of piles and piles of dead sea life, large Smelly crustaceans all in dead shrouds
And their empty bodies whispered A secret language, I decipher But somehow understood and cries were Feed me, me
wanted me to devour Those around them, chew them up a paste And smear inside their mouths
And as I, I around I could see the shape of a woman, perfect, erotic Squatting a pile of these dead things 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 a quick breath This was shoved and decimated But an intruding wave of microorganisms Neutrinos, exploding atoms and molecules
I was in the moon again Frightened, and alone And that's what I remember The ache, I can't