Not even a coffee in the morning
Can help me forget
Even if the cup was full of pure lies
It still will have the truth at the bottom
For that where the truth always lies
.
I have to be honest with you
I have to poke the hornets nest:
My dreams are plaguing me
And I don't even know why
.
Must be because I rest
just a millimetre below restlessness
And restlessly I have to try
And in those dreams of mine
.
I accept everything thing as truth
The ultimate sacrifice
on a factual shrine
Last night I saw the foot of a giant
Chopped off by a blade,
Right at the ankle.
It had intricate shapes bulging out its sole.
Like shrivelled skin,
If they made any sense;
If they could be understood;
If they could speak.
And these imprints,
I could see in the ground.
Where the giant had stepped on before.
They spoke to me,
In shapes of silhouettes of trees and people,
But in curved lines all converging, yet flaring back out,
Around a single point in the middle of each character, everytime.
.
And the fish.
The fishy fish fish.
.
Don't even get me started on the fish,
That swum in and out of taps,
Into tubs and onto sinks,
Back and forth in shower heads and pipes
.
The fishy fish fish,
And their bluish scaley skin!
.
They warned me of the military personnel,
Bearing assault rifles and bullet proof vests
,
They told me they are coming for me,
And watching me currently,
In the white van,
Parked outside..
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