Dreams

Solution may lead.  

Got a brain pocket full of teeth.  
 
Munching from inside out.  
 
Useless to jet around as the cocaine starts to seep.  
 
A single thought in head.  
 
Never eager.  
 
Spoken from a lifeless mouth.  
 
The silver tipped acid potion.  
 
Turn off the sound.  
 
It's time to leave.  
 
Dried up and lovely.  
 
The spark of duet doctor nose bleeds.  
 
Twisted smiles of broken dolls asking where to go.  
 
With the mercy now.  
 
Spit it out.  
 
Awake in ten.