Lucid Dreams

A stroll through nightmarish streets
Crows caw in the lustrous moonlit evening
They nip away at the full moon leaving only
its pale crescent carcass
I walk the streets this temperate night
Something seems off...
Has the sky always had such a crimson complexion?
Perhaps it's my mind that has forgotten
The owl’s eyes seem larger than itself
They peer through me with its wise gaze
The sudden sharp crack of a skull startles me
I stride towards the scraping noise
The snowy silk flesh of a young daughter stripped from
Her bones, red stained teeth ripping at its tenderness
Were the neighbors always so cannibalistic ?
Perhaps they were always on this strict diet
Ah hereupon the night my loving father waltz towards me
Was he always shrouded in such ominous shadows ?
With teeth sharp as blades,and a lustful hunger
Painted across his visage
Perhaps he’s missed his supper
I saunder through tall trees and whistling winds
I see her not too far, the woman
Whose love for me drowns oceans
and burns flames to ash
Strange, I remember her having beautiful lilac eyes                               
Yet i stare into pitch black sockets as i approach to embrace her
I remember her angelic hair with a soft vanilla fragrance
Or maybe she's always had thorned vines sprouting from her head
that prick upon the slightest touch
I stroll through the forest this fair night
Why are my dear friends dropping like
Leaves in autumn wind ?
plummeting serenely as they gaze at me
With the gentle eyes of corpses
Something’s strange here, different...
I can’t quite put my finger on it
This flimsy reality seems to shake at the slightest
Push. a simple touch and I watch as
This world dissolve to black, leaving me
Falling….