Fever Dreams

Dark dreams can sting with venom of reality, like tendrils embracing unsuspecting flesh draining my blood I wake into dreams, departing reality, weary flesh abandoned for the active mind, where the evil dwells will I be locked into unwilling battles for living permanence? With chances untold that a dream of senses usurps the touch of reality?

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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