A poem by Tyler Golec
Crawl into dreams
Mind bleeding
Ever bleeding out
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Not like those from slit wrists
Bleeding from clichéd heart wounds
Crawling for understanding
But only finding sex
Pleasure laced raping of the soul
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I am dying here
I am master here
These are dark dreams from stoned minds
Masterminds of the surreal
The afterlife of an artist
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We are free in dreams
And I in words
For I dream words in dark places
The not shallow depths of a human conscious
Subconsciously producing life, thought
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Written word
Written dreaming
Absence of reality
Reality isn’t necessarily the realist
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And a mind is left to dream as it will
Seeing more than the shadows on cave walls

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