Dead Psycho Dreams

A dream the same every night.

It seems I am never alone.

But I’m too dead to run.

Voices call to me.

Stream in 1080p.

Scream in hi-def for the deaf.

They are trying to reach me and teach me.

There’s a crowd that has assembled.

In this manic walk of psycho dreams.

Try as they may I can’t grasp,

The same insane psycho dreams.

Night after night they parade to talk, teach, or preach.

Let me just fade to black.

Let the darkness overtake the barricade.

So, that my brain, brains all sound.

And I remain sound in my brain.


Silence this wild psycho dream.

From aristocrats, to dead bats, thots, and rats.

Feral cat’s from hades, dogs from the underworld.

The swollen eyes of Robin’s a sobbing.

Gods, mythic pawns, proverbial fabled fools.

They invade, assail, and assault my shadows.

They leech upon my soul.

Tell me it’s been already been sold.

That I may as well fold.

These beggars, freeloaders chip pieces of my heart.

And without a word depart.

Why did this curse start?

My nightmare howls.

You’re assured to go down.

Down, down, down to the abyss.

Escorted by all these jesters.

These jokers deceive, dupe,  or outwit.

My two cosmic Pantaloons.

The great deceiver and master lizard.

Bewildered by psychobabble.

I ogle angel clouds in hopes of rousing,

My spirit of sentience.

To reconcile those dead psycho delusions.

If not visions, hallucinations, or treasures.

For seekers, applicants, and petitioners.



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