Dreams

By Stone Bryson

Glass, glass, shatter around me,

play with the thoughts in my head.

Moving about all around me, the dawn,

the light I always dread.

Pictures, pictures moving in frames

in unison to the beat.

May I...  make a suggestion,

let me die - I’ll be your treat.

Everything falls all around me,

crashes in my face.

As I look, down the well,

I can see myself going to hell.

Now isn’t that a cherry thought?

are you there?

If your in heaven I’ll miss you,

smiling there.

Thoughts of total madness,

no comprehend.

Fuck all of world and it’s treasures,

give me sin.

Copyright © 2006 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written December 1987

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