maybe someone is stealing my dreams
******* them out gently as I sleep
I wake with a vague notion of images
swimming
pictures
but lost concepts
and feeling used
dried even
like a sponge being purged of its liquid
taking the contents and leaving a shell
I'm feeling this most days now
maybe this is hell
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
maybe someone is stealing my dreams
******* them out gently as I sleep
I wake with a vague notion of images
swimming
pictures
but lost concepts
and feeling used
dried even
like a sponge being purged of its liquid
taking the contents and leaving a shell
I'm feeling this most days now
maybe this is hell
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