ghosts shimmer in the light;
a run-on ice cream cold scream;
you can't feel your heartbeat.
in the corner of your eye, reality glimmers.
there are strings from my veins to you,
and they pull taut, words hanging from them like paper lanterns
do you understand?
sink into this glass; get a healthy dose of dreams
something fades in and out, a wave; a hopeless attempt to put fear into words and dreams into sound.
they pick and pull at our skin and blood rains down
a glass half empty (look at reality; so optimistic) engulfs you in a healthy dose of giving up.