Goodnight

[LeftyFingerPop]

That cold, leering grinning old thing
That diamond blade of reality spins and
Slices through my unsuspecting skin
Bleeding out my illusions
Dripping on my dirty shoes
Dreams turned to liquid
Plopping on the clothes of my trade
Laughing at me
Look what it can do
That disgusting diamond blade
That which is real
Spills that which is imagined
That which is hard, that which is harsh
Destroys that which is hopeful