Sailing ships; potato chips,
leather clad women snapping whips.
Blood drips from fingertips
my legs gone-up to the hips.
I know that I am dreaming;
mentally I shake myself awake;
look around for the pills I take.
I look down and start to shake
My bed looks like a blood filled lake.
I lift my covers and,
then comes the screaming....
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