Fever

I am hypnosis before Hypnos, spiral of intention is a furnace inside the reptile's belly; I often spit poison for remembrance sake. Trails of pain; thus my path. Obstacles cannot be removed unless overcome. I leave all behind to be found inside memory. I face the barrel of a gun.

Appearance of decadence fails to humor anyone. Charming wine, dining a mirror; somebody is watching, we care not for their eyes, these we do not recognize as ours nor do we care for what they perceive. Squinting deception is upon us; we know torture. The parade continues length of limited longevity.

Media is a strange hostess; masks cannot cover actual identity.

Fever comes quickly; exhaustion and dreams drift me elsewhere, multiplication beyond mathematical proportions. What logical sense to scatter the den? The entire kingdom is weak while persistent people fake being human. How sickly the environment; how sickly I become.

Book of portraits form nightmares spun from uncontrollable dreams. Every player is forgotten until the moment; we abide as confusion.

The cat is dizzy; please give her a bowl of water.