I Dream Of...

I dream of bleeding red rose petals dripping from my veins...

blaring trumpets screams deafening notes aflame...

I dream of green castles made from the finest stones...

only to envy the outskirts I call home...

within me is the miiiind of a mad scientist in his prime...

zeros and ones calculating all to none...

we're nonexistent in this world that's complimented by...

the nights sky with no stars... no moon... just...

I dream of a padded room, where I call home...

is it insane that I no longer belong to the mundane?

An anomaly I am so they hold animosity towards the animalistic characteristics that's within me,

I try not to release the beast but the relevance to the most benevolent one is just an atom compared to the sun....

therefore I dream of bleeding red rose petals dripping from my veins...

I dream of ghosts that whisper my name...

I dream of...