warming up the worms

if my dreams get real bizarre
I will get up, pick the jar
into it the dreams would go
churned into bits of guts
I would take the jar into the woods
bury it deep in the soil
let worms encircle it

worms of volatile dreams inside
earthy worms on the outside
a beauteous sight for the twisted me
I fix a demure smile
pretend to slip on the tiles
my jar smashes on the floor
nightmares escape everywhere

it won’t offend me at all, 
if you leave bits of glasses right there
as I love to watch footsteps of blood
The first line is taken from the lyrics of you tube clip (fireflies – owl city)


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