The Sandman (with S.M. Saves)

I do not sleep often so our visits are far and few once his sand's in my eyes it's goodnight for(ever and) nine hours. On occasion I share his bed getting tangled up in lucid sheets woven from the imagery fabrics in my head, and he whispers to me truths wrapped in lies He protects … Continue reading The Sandman (with S.M. Saves)

The Sandman Run

Dream me a dream with open eyes lids moving down no surprise joy makes me tired and unless I'm wired on chemical sorrow I can't hope for a tomorrow Come see me if you run out of lullabies... Sandman, Sandman come in let's slowly begin our bedtime ritual get rid of all the residuals -the … Continue reading The Sandman Run