Is this real or just a dream? |
The streets darkly silent; Sauntering below- Frozen streetlights. Slums; Depressed, Dirty. Acrid smells of Piss and Perfume, Prostitutes lustrous in the shadows. Getting Nauseous; Guttertown; Shabby, trashy and- windswept. Hot flashes; Cheap motels, Now brothels. Staggering; Across the Greenish- Sodden Sidewalks, Down the scowling, Narrow alley ways. Things are becoming- Dreamily familiar. I come across this- Broad, cryptic arch, Rotted; Brass and oaken. Rusted Neon sign half lit, Flashing Epileptic. Feeling Anxious; Wretch the door open; Scents wafting of nice Egyptians, Fresh sweat soaked leather seats. Dizziness is encroaching. I seem to be underwater? Atmosphere; Suffocating. Oh my chest is on fire! Heart palpitations, Kill me now. I stumble, traversing the- smokey "Nut-house" of a tavern. Glimpses of faces' So strange and voracious; Endless commotion- Devouring my ears. Laughs and smiles; Artificial. Diabolic; Adulterous postures. Shivering; Hands shaking. My vicious serpentine; Looks to dominate me, Beginning to descend into the depths, Immersed asphyxiation. A shouting arousal; I hear a voice, "Are you okay!?" |