Deep sleep imagination

Uncaged ravage

Bubbled disorder

Debauchery

We are red as blood

Razor keen

But still our souls remain unclean

As we fall between

Barbed wire somber

Night and day lingers

In the words that escape from memory

A visionary oasis of calm

From the quiet storm

The ruin of bliss

Out of touch pleasure

In an unsound luxury

The barbed wire somber

A somnambulistic ecstasy

Underneath the clouded moon

I'm gleaming in the cold of June