Reprise: Cues From the Corners of Eyes

the weight of my world
infinite but growing
presses my eyes
into bloodshot fantasies

for shattered skulls pray parish falls
the starving glass cuts healthy halls

a stranger deranged,
dangerous and strange
hides in himself
and his high hopes in hell

for shattered skulls pray parish falls
the starving glass cuts healthy halls
40 fears cremate in flames
peaches that are ripe again

so i dream when i'm awake
dream of waking into a dream someday
where waking dreams awake from dreams
of wakeful worlds
and dreaming fiends

i was feeding the spirits that were hungry in my head
the life that they needed to forget they were dead
when they were fed they followed where the ladybugs led
where a million minds with their red hot smiles transformed my little head
where a hundred heroes with their wine red whimpers just drank until they bled
where a thousand thorns in exhausted lore did line my pretty bed
where a dozen doctors in delirium couldn't tell life from death