the weight of my world   infinite but growing   presses my eyes   into bloodshot fantasies      for shattered skulls pray parish falls   the starving glass cuts healthy halls      a stranger deranged,   dangerous and strange   hides in himself   and his high hopes in hell      for shattered skulls pray parish falls   the starving glass cuts healthy halls   40 fears cremate in flames   peaches that are ripe again      so i dream when i'm awake   dream of waking into a dream someday   where waking dreams awake from dreams   of wakeful worlds   and dreaming fiends      i was feeding the spirits that were hungry in my head   the life that they needed to forget they were dead   when they were fed they followed where the ladybugs led   where a million minds with their red hot smiles transformed my little head   where a hundred heroes with their wine red whimpers just drank until they bled   where a thousand thorns in exhausted lore did line my pretty bed   where a dozen doctors in delirium couldn't tell life from death