demonic dreams

my eyelids are heavy with sleep
i desire to slip into my most blissful dreams of solitude
but my dark demons are reaching up from the covers of my bed
[from the cracks of my subconscious mind]
to pull me down under - to the under world
world of forbidden passions, and hidden desires
[light me on fire and smoke me like a bud
play me like a flute, like a fiddle, play upon me!]

their small white cold hands are pulling at me forcefully:
in our subconscious dwellings do our desires make themselves manifest

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Written on 2012-05-05 at 23:23

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
I understand the game of this write.
It is not the is fun :)


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