if i could make my nightmares a reality

my life would be filled with brilliant sights

where even the highest bastard would be set

ablaze and go down back to hell with their

screams sailing through my bloody being

my soul encloses all of this and craves for more

more of which will never be found in the empty abyss

praised by the name of earth something again

material, yes nature, something of touch not of mind

for what we will all be left with in the end

it will be almost as if death will open up around

us and we will be pulled without reason

or warning into brilliant nothingness that can turn

our most beautiful memories into scratching

psychotic knowledge of something that is

now bent and broken and life will never

override it. just imagine this brilliant place

where bitches tear at their flesh and you

can see their lies, their hopes, their murders,

and their self made peace in which they

dwell in their own dirty water. still in

their suffering you find happiness and understanding

of the brilliant beauty that surrounds yourself that

connects to me. because we, us two, have been

bathing in the arcade of nightmares. we will always

see the games of life, but instead of being a player

trapped in… we are… trapped out… controlling

the events that will make up our afterlife. Not

life after decease but when our eyes close

and our hearts intertwine, while our souls disappear

into our brilliant nightmares, where eternity

is a second and our bones crush under this

sanctuary.