I can still feel where you tore me to shreds. Set me to sail, silently, saliently into the night. The journey was cold. Until you set fire to the ship.

Trying to find a way. Egos rising. Bite the hand that feeds you. Bite the beast that strangles you. Made. Proper. He was a gentle boy until he became acquainted with the night. Nightmares. Flashbacks. American Dreams. But he stopped dreaming and started acting until he died laughing. Tragic. Absence. Hearts going out. Holding hands. All in together now. Expletives without explanation. I could explain, but what's the point? What does it signify. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I'm sorry. Bleed the dream. Drain the imagery. It all falls down. Incantation. Invocation. Invoke. The spirits dwindle while his dreams go on vacation. Unplug the machine. Unplug.