What's the sound
Of reality fading
In and out
I think it
Should be woosh
Like electric doors
I'm out I'm in
I'm in I'm out
Nightmare landscapes
And gum drop forests
Then grey walls
And a feeling of
Impending doom
I'm out
I'm something.

You're no thin mint
But that's natural
People tend to sneer
Then you get eaten
Kind of unfair
Maybe a boar
Will gore them
That would teach them
Though you'll still
Be bacon.

I fear the night
not for the nightmares
that lurk in the dark
but simply because
it's too close to tomorrow.

What again
are we testing for
I hope not perfection

no just boring truths
or total lies
maybe puns.

It sometimes rains down
A revealing corruption
that burns away all sorts
of natural things
it may appear over you
you'll need a tough umbrella.

familiar patterns
are hard to break
even the ones
that are unhealthy
often seem safer
than an unknown.

doubt in myself
and in others
has it's fingers
wedged deep
in my brain
a small opportunity
is knocking on my door
and all I want  to do
is crawl under a rock.