I dreamt of an oddly looking bunny
It looked just like you being funny
Justly, nothing seem to fit in perfectly
Words from you is heard partially
Corrode away your lavish talks;
I’m duly fried up to my tonsils
I’m a dreamer suckling on painkiller pills
On the district haplessly feeling undone
Getting tipped, tripping on someone
Illusions elude from my mind
I sense them tailing from behind
Berserk and rage filled animosity;
Left my right hand to swing gauchely
“Smack”, crimsons ooze raunchily
The sound of a shriek cracks the unevenness
And even so the crackling frills ungainliness:
No voice longer to mummer care
Not a noise to argue just a blank stare
A world free from reverberation visualized
My racketing holler growls now immobilized.
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