You are the Devil in my dreams
And then one day
The earth cracked.
From the depths of the earth
The devil rose.
He tore everything to shreds.
Nothing was left after the dust settled.
I sat in terror as I waited
For god to ascend from the heavens.
But on this day
He was no where to be found.
-M
Monday 30th July 2018 7:32 pm
Oneirataxia
I can’t tell what is real
and what is fantasy anymore.
Because this?
What we have?
Has always been
What my dreams were about.
Saturday 28th July 2018 11:36 pm
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