Vulgar Dreams
I never went too deep, the unmarked grave was a cover.
Nixed the structure, because I was finished off by a gunner.
got a roof over my head, with my brains, splattered on the gutter.
Below zero, I won’t make it to summer, I was spotted by a hunter.
My days are numbered, didn’t believe the threat, I was stubborn.
The vulgar dreams will discolor, all the beauty in life I discovered.
I was never right to begin with, so it’s impossible to recover.
I’m always blocked by a buffer, then my heart increases it’s flutter.
These vulgar dreams seem real life, it’s almost like they’re lucid.
I forgot the good ones, and always remember the most gruesome.
Illusive...hopes that the nightmares, wouldn’t become a nuisance.
In my dreams, it’s a common theme, and the noose is exclusive.
In this state until I break, I want to sleep so I can avoid the hurt.
Decisions will destroy me, I got to sort through the choices first.
Organise that annoying curse, that lurks, voids what works.
This vulgar dream is a spoiler alert, if the poison gets worse.
Dreams uncover the worse, or emulate a heavy incident.
Nightmares try to bring me down but I’m already impotent.
Sleeping before sunset, I’m holding on to my steady innocents.
Self induced coma, conned my way out of a deadly predicament.
Diagnosed with sleep apnea, what day is today? can’t keep track.
Brought the new year in, bedridden, I was in a deep nap.
I keep getting sick, maybe I should start cleaning the cpap.
Before I relapse and the monsters from my dream, sneak back.
I locked them away once, but I’m the one that seems trapped.
Feeling like I sleep my life away, as I’m watching it ease past.
Talk like I’m in a therapist office, and I’m waiting for feedback.
This was hard to write, wait a minute, did I dream that?
Why did I go down this path? clearly I regret the misery.
nightmares are killing me, can’t say the stress is mystery.
No out of body experience, just a fucking mess that enters me.
I complain about vulgar dreams, but last time it repressed a memory.
I want nightmares to last longer.. I’m embarrassed to mention it.
escaping reality, scared of the imminent, it’s an inherited benefit.
These dreams are medicine, you can compare them to a stimulant.