as dusk aversely cedes to the bruised colored sky of night it's elongated fingers ensconse my soul in black velvet silky smooth to the touch - lost am I in nocturnal visions and intentionally forgotten desire auger life, now perform their meticulously cast roles in my subconcious play epiloging in dreams filling the cup of my wary mind I drown in the perverse images conjured by the Sandman subliminally massaging the woven fabric of this deleicate dreamscape which I've been submerged into exhiliaring my psyche to conform to his wayward pleasures - resulting from my reactions; radiantly he poses in his distorted revelry perceptibly dawn tarnishes his peculiar afterglow disspating the rune he has summoned like a feline in the night, I stretch and yawn - again, to greet another day
Reason for writing:
my twisted dreams of sleep - of a lover w/o a face
Birth sign: Leo
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