I had this dream   Where I woke up   To a grand commotion.   And uhm I just jumped   From the blankets   And whipped the door   From its lock   And rush blindly   Into the blackness   Of the hallway   But there, on all sides   Lying next to each other   Were rows and rows   Of executioners      Some were shirtless and   And throbbing with anticipation.   Sweat delicatley sneaking   Through their body hair   All were hooded   Some like seventeenth   Century guillotine henchemen   Others had crudely made hoods   Like scarecrows   Or ripped ski masks   With slobber from   Their clenching jaws   And some had burlap masks   That looked like they   Were made of human skin      Each one held a weapon   Large mallets   Crudely fashioned axes   And large clubs   pipes      But I wasn't compelled   To retreat   No      I was forced to   Move between them   Past their swinging weapons   The clubs   The bats   The slicing tools   The shovels   The large and small axes   Boards with nails   Staples and razorblades   Embedded in them   Taking the beating   Falling down   Getting up   Again and again   And again and again   Driven to make it out   At any cost      And next   I stumbled into a   This strange marshy world   Where I was oddly drowning   In squirrels and other large   Starving rodents   From above   Out on the treetops   Several dolls fell from the branches   And they were hanging   With nooses made of human hair   They started biting and sucking   And trying to feed from me   Trying to enter my belly   And some pushed large needles   Into my veins and   And as I looked back   Some had nails through   Their hands, torsos and throats      I was froze   Dead eyes   carbonized   As I kicked them away   I could see all around me   Of piles and piles   Of dead sea life   Large fish, smelly crustaceans      And their soulless   Empty bodies whispered   A secret language   I couldn't decipher   But somehow understood      And their cries were   "Feed me... feed me..."      They wanted me to devour   Those around them   Chew them up into pieces   And smear them inside their mouths   And as I turned around   I could see the shape of a woman   Perfect   Perfectly erotic   Squatting over a pile   Of these dead things...   And as I ran to her and said   "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"      And she had no face   And she turned to glass   And suddently cracked   And then exploded into   1000 pieces at my feet      And just as I took a quick breath   this world was shoved and desimated   But an intruding tidal wave   Of microorganisms, exploding atoms      And suddenly moon rose...   Frightened, aching, and alone...   And that's what I remember most...      ...The ache.      I can't escape   The ache.......