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#nightdwellers. Midnight poison,. Dark embrace,. Moonlight shines,. Upon earth's face,. Insomniac,. Erratic mind,. The heart and soul,. Are intertwined,. A half of coffee,. Half of night,.
Swimming lost lakes, Forbidden streams, Rainbow snowflakes, Into a land dripping dreams. Neon colors seeping, From a seamless worlds seams. Leaking from behind the walls.
Ice sapphire & silver. Chrome shards of glass. Aching through cold veins. Nameless & breathless. Tasteless & painless. Blackout. Reaping the breath from blessed. Edge of all doubt.
Dreamland sociopath,. Storks with scythes,. And cloak on back,. Rope, wood, just as you should,. Happen upon the crystal mood,. Blood bath, needle bed,. Drive the stairs into your head,.
In la-la land, I'm being pulled by that twirling halo in Fantasia's dust and wand. It made me wore a crown of dancing powder in hue of golden rust.
Nothingness,. Embrace the mind,. Wall against,. The all new find,. Trapped within,. A movie screen,. Knives and headphones,. Block the scream,. Eyeless faces,. Suits in black,. Scarlet cross,.
Words have taken me were dreams cannot,. To squalled seas that time has forgot,. Swamps made of potatoes and cheese,. Resident trolls and giants that say please,.
Silver hand upon the window,. Dewdrops fall upon the wrist,. Falling through the blood soaked veil,. Post death wisdom isn't bliss,. Black screen, cold glass, ice blue flame,.
Delirious Deborah,. Donkeys and chairs,. Drugs and brown tables,. And stable horse hairs,. Pun in the candle,. Candlestick cloth,. Sugar and blankets,. And cold carrot broth,.
#household The golden knob just sitting there Waiting for a twist, a turn, just to begin The journey where you're imagination roams free Surrounded with fantasy and reverie Simplistic and...
The night draws in around me. Like black velvet wrapped across us. Warming my arms like a blanket. Giving me refuge from the endless pain. Calling my name in the nighttime.
Planes flying high above you. City lights seem to find you then blind you. Birds hiding in a fruitless tree. Dream a little dream of me. Put on your dancing shoes and...enlist me.
Pulled from this place of dread. Come lay down in bed. Let your body rest. While the mind churns. In imagination. A central wonder station. Thoughts swirl around. Creating a dream town.
Latched onto the hands of time. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clocks mock. Running to the back of my mind. Hidden behind my eyes. Sorting out the countless lies. Insanity holding my hand.
Winnie the Pooh bouncing, And Tigger gobbling honey. A monkey roaring, And a lion eating bananas. An astronaut juggling, And a clown on the moon.
Did you ever see a house So much like a zoo. A heffalump in the mirror And a whale in the loo. A dragon in the bedroom; Not as scary as it looks.
It was as if the whole world was blooming around her, everything was changing, everything was moving and growing, melting into each other, sparking against one another, exploding, vaporising.
The hole fell far beneath them as they stood staring down it. Straggly roots sprouted from its sides. Thorns in the way but they could see the prise a faint light dim glow at it's end.
There is a quaking in my heart, A quarrel not to be quelled, I walk on my hands With my head in the clouds, As the sun does its dance For the rivers that glance, And the trees as they counsel, I...
Blood on the butcher's slab, dripping to the ground. Marble steps leading to a throne room made of fire. Twisted crowns, molten metal, fall down and solidify in squares.
I'm away with the fairies So don't come looking for me. I'm away with the fairies To drink gingerbread iced tea.
Written while really wasted: There's something special about a human's last breath. You can hear their soul getting sucked out of them, sucked away from time like it never existed.
[Inspired by @curiouscaitlin's 'A Recollection', which is amazing] The stitches between dreams, An alternative world, Held at the seams, Knitted ribbons swirl, At the edge of a romance, And a...
I dreamt a lovely, wise old man died. It was in a grand old building with a large hall, being used for some full dress and black tie celebration.