I´ve dreamed once
of smokey chamomile
rooms
wine soaked
sheets
and bottled bleach
Yellow, oily ceilings
that droop down
while I sleep
The walls
crumble
while my
eyes turn
murky gray
all I see are
shades and
shapes
rough and rugged
textured pieces of
mud
drenched debree
everything turns to
ash
and I couldn´t breathe
Black demon like
clouds of charcoal
monsters
gnawing at my
lungs
drowning me