Godly Eyes : Part 3 of 10

My dreams,
are followed
by nightmares,
after realms
of silently
the peace,
is swallowed
Mark is bared,
And believed
is my fantasy
of  consciously
the stale bread,
the memories
My refusion,
How they taught
not my belief,
shaken salt
into the sea
negatively,
It needed
none of thirst,
scars bleeding
and the wisdom
to come is worse,
A blister bursts.
Oh me, oh fear,
into the ocean,
and rusted gears
and now and here,
a gravely near,
a stuck machine,
of water bubbles,
near buried
of such tunnels.

But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didn’t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?

pesky pestering dreams
dumb and disturbing
they all seem

a menace, meaningless
macabre delusions
deceitful in conclusion

pustules still
on my jawline at
thirty years old

my yawns wretch
my proverbial ***
outta that there

but not before

a cashier girl
has some clue
I'm a loser

an old house &
it's foundation
slow-bombs itself

I'm caught between
me & my version
of you

I could just hang in Dreamworld forever,
Abandon my duties:
Nothing has to matter in this heaven,
Lest we poison it and bring about hell.

My fragile mind rides dreamboats through dreamlakes,
And I pray it doesn’t:
Break,
Dreams are my safe haven which keeps me well.

See, unlike the real world, we can rest here,
Lie our hearts flat in line:
Pulsing,
Like a drowning drone that drains life on high.

And we’re walking on air year after year,
And no-one seems to mind:
Together,
We stand on skies; a silent choir of sighs.

‘Xcept I feel like I’m rising against time,
As in my mood’s rising:
So quickly that,
It feels as if I’m not truly growing.

All I could ever want, now within reach,
A job I love, to keep:
New love, a fam’ly,
All my million dollar desires I reap.

But as the clock counts and calls out seven,
I’m cast away from heaven:
And away from me does all my leaven
Vanish. Oh God, what a brute-full second.

God, just let me go back for a second.

Beyond the chipper cheerful rays of sun.
Lies a dark and hungry oblivion.
Where horrors shed obsidian garments.
Nightmares claw at your hidden compartments.
To unleash terror's shadow,
upon your thoughts distorted glow.
Behind every sun is a dark lark.
Laced with fear's song to sink your heart.