The ghosts of a thousand dreams
Which perished from being starved
Haunt me in my sleep to which I embellish
Their putrid fear mongering ways with
A muted scream heard only by goats
That respond with an unresponsive call

But my heart is warmed with ice
That shrinks the head of the almighty cowards
Whose dragon breath burns the the flowering plant

My soul writhing with the comfort of discomfort
A powerful  current of electricity in a tub
Filled with honey and a wilted daisy
That cleanses me of bitter hate
And fills my with sweet indifference
To the birth of a million cancers
Rotting my body, superglued to the ceiling
A bar set too high that was met with death
The only happy place