I lay in dreaming reality

now i lay beneath the waves in solid glass in solid stone i built my coffin from yesterdays throne,

scars cut and screwed
line the simple shadows shape
drifting covers bounce across flesh eaten dunes

velvet soil shrouds the minutes hourly screams
passion in suicides aged decline
pops pills handed given wrapped in barbed and cursed water 

this wind blows 
as drapes across the galleons dance
dreams created inside an aching false darkness 
seep into violet
isolated puddles