Murderfied:

Everynight the ritual is the same. I lay in bed with the lights on-throughout the night. Sleeping or rather play acting the nocturnal ritual, under an unblinking white light.

Dreamboat ferrying in circles below the ceiling. Uncaged; the thoughts grow fangs and poison my dreamscape.

Purples of dread and opiod greys painted against my hopeless “ get me out of here” cries. Upon waking my head sandblasts the fog. Disoriented, reclaiming images from the redemption center in my mind’s blood shot eye.

Half my mind is hollow to retain the next night’s bounty of eye waxing horror and twisted dreamworks…The other half is the stubborn familiar. A pillar just keeping me intact but leashed up, tightly tied. Kept bound in sunshine day walking until the nightly sacrifice. Morpheus is never belly full.