I dream of imaginary blood
that is only real in consciousness
It fractures my sleep
like hammers to glass
The pieces lacerate my skin
as I frantically try to fix the brokenness.
My life tastes sweet,
feels warm, and I
bathe in its deep
crimson pools of false love that
I doubt every second.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
I dream of imaginary blood
that is only real in consciousness
It fractures my sleep
like hammers to glass
The pieces lacerate my skin
as I frantically try to fix the brokenness.
My life tastes sweet,
feels warm, and I
bathe in its deep
crimson pools of false love that
I doubt every second.
