AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN

~ nights of dread, dead ahead ~

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And again it comes.

My precious nightmare

where will you take me today?

Dreamwalking.

Slowtalking.

Darkbreathing, soulstalking

precious precious nightmare

of too much life.

Unreel to unravel me

scream to bedevil me

black spirals and hydras

and serpentine fingers

roam halls of mirrors

my exclusive

vault of horrors

it’s mine, all mine —

It is.

Crazymaking thirsts

deepthrusting hurts

my precious nightmare

of too much life…

Mirror mirror burning bright!

Catch me, catch me holy light

Carve me in substance or

Show me blood.

Or give me,

my nightmare,

one bloodless cut…

You who are grafted