Nightmare

Paranoid beyond imagination
dreams blurred as white foxes
dance with their silly tails
oh how I wish I were alive to see
the crystal green room filled with
blue gemstones and red daggers
that figit with emotion.  Is it not
enough this demon sword that strikes
my soul causing aggravation and misery
like freshly torn black letters thrown into
a turqoise fire as if a joke was to long to tell.
Will I endeavor through pits filled with
silver gray spiders spinning webs made of
stars that distract the mind with each rotation
of a galaxy. Terrified of deep thought like
a cherry swallowed into a green smoothie
makes my heart thirsty, but the counter
is to high for little arms.  Yet this in death
is just a dream as I wake up to
find the morning air filled with
sweet smelling rain.
Even then its not over
as a prince parries
with his purple silk jesture.