this sick,  euphoric feeling
despite destortion is bold
gate to enchanted world unveiling
so intense and cold

that angel throughout the night I've been dreaming
am I oblivious of something?
since even in the limbo ; her mesmeric presence I had been feeling

hovering abruptly with its flaky wings
swooshing tepidly ; gradual and low
even the fragile of its touch stings
so disruptive and slow

showering illusionary dream ;
gentle whispers
kissing with the crimson lips;
firmly clustered

my shriveled face effervescent
her elated aura phosphorescent

sudating through the very pores
deluded ;
was this really a dream
had I not been in a state so worse
suffused
with the prismatic love stream