i am losing the battle with my dreams
the machine that keeps them separate
spits and writhes and steams
in violent convulsions
in a landscape that looks
like a dark alley
in a future movie
but i don't see them looking
at
me
in that suspicious way
just a paralyzing silence
like something is stalking around the corner
in some horrific kind of way
and here is where the punch-line
just simply fades away
like that foggy world
between them both
where i am doomed to stay
and monsters turn
and stare from faces
that used to be
human
and i can also see
right to the bone
the intentions and poison
within them
the more i learn
the more i see
the world between the lines
the more i wish for simpler days
or for the end of time
this brutal tear between these worlds
parts ways to see the war
that’s fought forever and a day
to determine what its for
and here a stand this slinking beast
in cloak within the shadows
to watch and wait
and plan escape
or for my finest hour
but
what good
can a single
man be
in this world
in the wound between the seams
where blood just runs
into the flesh
all shredded round the edge
the darkness of a city
where hope leaps from every ledge
to suicide on streets below
all rich and stained with evil
black as coal and coated in
a slimy film-like oil
here is the battleground?
where i am to stand
against a tide of savage beasties
my need for sleep
will never end
inside these hours i keep
so bleary eyes
and muscles weak
i stand in smog and darkness
trying to fix this
old machine
while defending against
hoards of steam-run monsters
their whirring gears
and screeching sounds
echo in the distance
the distance there where once i knew
a sound that rings the same
the alarm is raging
right out loud
but i’m trapped in the land
of my dreams…
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