I fall asleep at 5:03
And dream of little crying bunnies
Cupcakes and smiles and sweet milk
Laced with arsenic hunger like honey

The crashing shore juxtaposed
With the little girl in the lily white dress
And sickeningly sweet fluffy blankets
Suffocating under the loving care of duress

Like dead leaves cast aside under the rug
Burying any trace of coveted sexuality
The condition of listening to soft voices
Shrieking against the delusion of humanity

Gods know there's no denying the steady decline
Or the inherent madness of existential doubt
There is too much chirping and comfort in this room
Too many windows not looking out