sitting dismal cold open slate stone sitting, watching
the cacophonous howling of a dream’s last breath
the drunken beast swaggers from its hole manic grin of a madman
the shots ring out in the motionless night
the air is still
ears are ringing while you sleep
dreaming of a place that’s home where all's welcome and the dreams that scream are nowhere you can hear and your eyes are glued to pictures of your innocence ****** for a billboard in the plaza
and you let it in
but the scream is still there and you’ll hear it and nothing else
the crash of monoliths tumbling to the ground lying in their own filth
and the dream hangs on and it still screams in the bold and open black of solid night as we whisper about it in closed corridors and the last thing we hear before it stops is the frozen breath of eternity creeping its way back from where we thought to bury it