[Rescue] Me

 A Dreamer’s Requiem

I’ve had constant dreams of a vast and elaborate water temple surrounded by the crumbling structures of an unknown civilization. I am living in a time of immaculate beauty where stunning deamons with angelic faces and darkened hearts take me to dizzying heights.

I fall…

Into a sea of promiscuous sexual behavior that is noncontroversial in its entirety, and one is left to sleep with devils masked with angels smiles. It is expected of me to dip my fingers into forbidden temples and trace my god-given gifts upon heaving breasts.

I swim

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I’d sleep to dream a million years, and never wake if this is where my body lives – deep beneath the waves.

[What did you dream of last night?]