when i sleep, inside dreams there is a certain hushness
as a whole i lack somethin, my soul's burstin with substance
the dark accerales my structural mass, anger solidifies this
a sorta ignorant bliss, possessing every unfufilling wish
am i a man or something else, i loose reality slowly
king of the food chain. ive domesticated those below me
many men have forced me to sin, as i muster on brink
jealously you might call it since i lack birth with instincts
ripping flesh of another, blood seeps from my cheeks
then its gets blurry..... I awake from my dream

NEXT: lost in the land between real and dream