the weight of my worldnninfinite but growingnnpresses my eyesnninto bloodshot fantasiesnnnnfor shattered skulls pray parish fallsnnthe starving glass cuts healthy hallsnnnna stranger deranged,nndangerous and strangennhides in himselfnnand his high hopes in hellnnnnfor shattered skulls pray parish fallsnnthe starving glass cuts healthy hallsnn40 fears cremate in flamesnnpeaches that are ripe againnnnnso i dream when i'm awakenndream of waking into a dream somedaynnwhere waking dreams awake from dreamsnnof wakeful worldsnnand dreaming fiendsnnnni was feeding the spirits that were hungry in my headnnthe life that they needed to forget they were deadnnwhen they were fed they followed where the ladybugs lednnwhere a million minds with their red hot smiles transformed my little headnnwhere a hundred heroes with their wine red whimpers just drank until they blednnwhere a thousand thorns in exhausted lore did line my pretty bednnwhere a dozen doctors in delirium couldn't tell life from death