Human Monsters

         Feigned sleep with closed eyes....Rousing the empty sands of an hourglass, that has no more time. As sleep has ended & summons the sleep of the dead...With unhuman arms they take & rape you...Open wounds of cesspools, their toxic tasty leftovers, perfume of death. Hoping my monsters of last night's dreams aren't my adversity of this upside down, disarrange, chaotic confusion. Conformity of such coercion unnatural order imposed by who??? This is a bad movie script written by some sell out, cheap suit writers...Who enshroud the words of paper...Masking this art to shame...It's just about the dirty green buck. Hell for all the people ???'s unknown, It could be the short man behind the heavy drape of Wizard of Oz ??? Did our whole earth fall off the axle ??? Or violently forced into a black hole abyss or a rabbit hole that muddles one's mind...Quandary of questions...Mysterious paradox...Enigma inexplicable...Twisted is the riddle, that has no solid from. Such questions unhinge images I refuse to grab on to, so I can accommodate a robot slave ??? This isn't T.V., or the dark ages my friend. Sensations of my senses...Hangover from a pasting dream, always in sight, just out of reach...Mental mind, overthinking to seek...LIngering a bitter taste, blood on the tongue.