Rare fevered quality
Bad dreams have a rare fevered quality
a visual intensity that scores an indelible mark to last past the fading of the night
waking from too many searing images
and realisations of a version of an undeniable truth
what i take away from the cannibalizing sleep consist of
a dear low voice eloquently painting out an image of worthlessness and hopelessness;
depicting how little I may actually mean to people who mean alot;
the familiar musty, dry smell of lonliness
watching old scars slowly begin to weep again
ancient cracks creak and flake
and the warm aftersound of a chiming bitterness
the turth is generally said to be butt ugly, cold and harsh
we may just be twins