woke up from a dead sleep screaming steadily lift the sheet (as it tears apart at the seams) ready to smoke one seems we couldn't catch all the sheep fleeing still pondering if im dreaming but it seems when i get stabbed in the back im bleeding this leads me taken a back to believe im still here deliberately breathing but even if its real its all steadily leaving deadening reeking still betting im #Dreaming but not getting deceived 'gain by reaching pretending we didn't end thangs written like a private message but forgot to send it your way smitten from a lesson learned from allen touring slipping through like encrypted bits pouring Deadman switches are looking so adoring watch them get to flipping if i get to snoring matter of fact if shit gets too boring hence why im not so worried happened once before but thats a whole different story and the moral of it seems to be getting blurry in a hurry yet the storms still growing surging like the gluttons gorging something gorey off the sinful scourging with the greedy screaming "more please!" oh geez