Victim Of A Dream

And here falls the victim of a dream.
From the undiluted silences of nature,
To the solace of madness.

This memory would be the sperm that would penetrate your conscience,
to give birth to ten thousand days and nights of sorrow anger and anguish.
It would be from your breast that you would feed remorse.
You would caress the spike of smite that rests on your lap.
When no power yours can triumph over the growing tangled roots of emotion,
Remember this victim

The victim of a dream you nurtured by night, between your thighs.
Squeezed with all your might to the height of completeness.
And then you left. Leaving the carcass for,
Loneliness and time to feed.

And there fell, the victim of a dream,
From the undiluted silences of nature,
To the solace of madness.