Draw the line between fantasy and dreams Fantasy is the hope of eventually acheiving something near impossible Dream is the outlet of subconscious mental activity What follows is dream Fantasy plays little role A grisly curtain of human skins An eye socket here a navel there Wide mouths overstretched into O s and ripped at the corners I reach out pull it to one side Stumble on a human wristbone My role here is observer I am expected to view this world unbiased and objectively But one look around tells me I cannot As I gag on bile and I grow dizzy with repulsion What stretches before me is a horrific parody of nature Cliffs of cartoon impossibility rise into green-smoke mists Everywhere everywhere I see death pain destruction Thousands of death-camp mass burials some not dead yet broken regardless They are miles high and wide and screams of gutteral And inhuman quality are piercing my senses And in them one amongst millions I find my own Tatterwinged shapeless muscle-demons thrust their bodies Through the human-mountains chewing on tortured anatomy These are the beasts of Sodom and Gomorrah revellers of Babylon And lost wanderers of the underground deviants Around my ankle wraps a stick-thin claw A small deformation is gasping and croaking for release And I kick it away it shatters (hardly noticable) And how can I tell them all They are innocent they don t deserve this The Jews the Samaritans the Hittites and Philistines I am surrounded by fear and hatred and utter despair This is life without death nonexistence futility No pariah of hope is found no bastion of relief A rusted blade chops through and the screams die off Soon to be replaced I turn to go reviled and decimated I search for the curtain back to my own With this place I am finished unable to bear much more And the curtain is gone but no matter because I have already Begun my steady descent into the pits of deathly doom And the river Lethe drags me past the fool s gold of love As I forget everything I once pretended to know