I sold my soul
to a devil in a dream
and then I woke up
sweat beaded on my flesh, which
had contracted
and my pores became
unreadable braille
I can feel
the sweat jogging steadily
down every crevice
of my disgusting body
and then I woke up
in a jail cell
having my ****** resized
and wished
I could return
to my dream state
and then I woke up
living on a street corner
with an empty can in front of me
without the use
of my legs
they were gone
but they felt like pins
and needles
and then I woke up
in my bed at home
stumbled sleepily
to the bathroom to take a ****
then back to a dreamless sleep
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
I sold my soul
to a devil in a dream
and then I woke up
sweat beaded on my flesh, which
had contracted
and my pores became
unreadable braille
I can feel
the sweat jogging steadily
down every crevice
of my disgusting body
and then I woke up
in a jail cell
having my ****** resized
and wished
I could return
to my dream state
and then I woke up
living on a street corner
with an empty can in front of me
without the use
of my legs
they were gone
but they felt like pins
and needles
and then I woke up
in my bed at home
stumbled sleepily
to the bathroom to take a ****
then back to a dreamless sleep
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