The Averred Nightmare

A nightmare whispered that day

the creakin' sound of her knob...

She hissed me her tears, she's

'tween pointy teeth, without her nob...

Wasp-winged with radiated smiles

slobberin' darks marching dead...

She's alone, headphone' to Hungarian

nightly anon ashed on timbered bed...

Her past hint slapped me

'nd ripped towards the creak...

Her evaporated black, white eyes

d'hydated my creek...

In dark, I hanged back, less a wheeze

sick at heart, we sounded as frieze...

Not died for the dream but my dream made me dead...!