Why do I catch fire in a dream.
Why do butterflies keep flying from my head while I walk on bridges.
Maybe cause I burned my bridges down.
Insanity is not that bad when you can be undisturbed. Future is irrelevant, the past is gone.
There is only the present,Me and the rats are crawling on the floor. Insane music is playing like minister of noise
trying to keep the pain away, just for a brief second
Even through nothingness and poverty, I’m rich But here are demon guards outside.
The world is a mummy, the stench unbearable Waiting to be burried.I disided to take care of myself,
and not wait to be swallowed by giant jaws of asses. Society’s hyena’s waiting for the last bone.
Or are they vultures? I’m standing before a beautiful door in my dream last night. Next time I’ll bring incense and roses. But firts I have to throw the dead onces away which are hanging down in black coloured vase in my heart.
I could piss my life away. But standing now before this bright coloured door. I smell the green grasses and flowers. Or is it a trap? Yes it is, the door is in me.

J.S.