My dream machine
My dream machine is asking questions
About the tales I spin
Soft accidents I mummify
Expansions & compressions in my head
About brutal addictions
About signing my death certificate
As I wake up
I sweet pillow talk my dream machine
What's a dream without her
What should I do with this vast landscape of imagination
As a kingdom without a dictator queen
Isn't it enough I don't possess her in real life
What's water without fire
Despair without hope
Death without life
What is my addiction free
And she's my favorite refill every night
I get it for free
All I have to do is die
And it heeds semi-understanding
It fades into me to find shrapnels
In the hurting folds of my pulsing veins
Extracting them faithfully
Painfully under the numbness of my breath
It was in the third blind spot corner
In my survival box
That I forgot to let them go the last time
There in the hollow spots cohabiting
Infesting breeding chaos
My dream machine feeds off of the core of me
Spits it into my mind
fertilizing my imagination for her to come and hunt me down
And so it ends as it began every time
Wholesale corruption & preordained victories
And we raise a toast in her name
My dreams asking questions before I sleep
Is this what it lives for
You know crimes can be forgiven
But not forgotten
& My muse is the epitome, above it all
I let her save herself every time
If I want to see her again
So, I Placate my dream
A sweet pillow talk, I numb it like I numb myself
It understands now why I sign my death certificate
Before I wake up