Adrenochrome Dreams

I had this dream

Where I woke up

To a grand commotion.

And uhm I just jumped

From the blankets

And whipped the door

From its lock

And rush blindly

Into the blackness

Of the hallway

But there, on all sides

Lying next to each other

Were rows and rows

Of executioners

Some were shirtless and

And throbbing with anticipation.

Sweat delicatley sneaking

Through their body hair

All were hooded

Some like seventeenth

Century guillotine henchemen

Others had crudely made hoods

Like scarecrows

Or ripped ski masks

With slobber from

Their clenching jaws

And some had burlap masks

That looked like they

Were made of human skin

Each one held a weapon

Large mallets

Crudely fashioned axes

And large clubs

pipes

But I wasn't compelled

To retreat

No

I was forced to

Move between them

Past their swinging weapons

The clubs

The bats

The slicing tools

The shovels

The large and small axes

Boards with nails

Staples and razorblades

Embedded in them

Taking the beating

Falling down

Getting up

Again and again

And again and again

Driven to make it out

At any cost

And next

I stumbled into a

This strange marshy world

Where I was oddly drowning

In squirrels and other large

Starving rodents

From above

Out on the treetops

Several dolls fell from the branches

And they were hanging

With nooses made of human hair

They started biting and sucking

And trying to feed from me

Trying to enter my belly

And some pushed large needles

Into my veins and

And as I looked back

Some had nails through

Their hands, torsos and throats

I was froze

Dead eyes

carbonized

As I kicked them away

I could see all around me

Of piles and piles

Of dead sea life

Large fish, smelly crustaceans

And their soulless

Empty bodies whispered

A secret language

I couldn't decipher

But somehow understood

And their cries were

"Feed me... feed me..."

They wanted me to devour

Those around them

Chew them up into pieces

And smear them inside their mouths

And as I turned around

I could see the shape of a woman

Perfect

Perfectly erotic

Squatting over a pile

Of these dead things...

And as I ran to her and said

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

And she had no face

And she turned to glass

And suddently cracked

And then exploded into

1000 pieces at my feet

And just as I took a quick breath

this world was shoved and desimated

But an intruding tidal wave

Of microorganisms, exploding atoms

And suddenly moon rose...

Frightened, aching, and alone...

And that's what I remember most...

...The ache.

I can't escape

The ache.......