Literature
Dreaming Something
I saw them.
At first, when I slept.
I felt them.
Tried to reach them.
Picture in my head is black.
There're shadows, only shadows.
I pushed them, pushed and ran,
Jumped through the shadows.
Then I fell in the crack.
It's walls are my dreams.
And also my words and thoughts,
Altered, marked by filth.
Crack opened in unknown spaces.
Between stars and shadows,
Icons of sins and holiness.
I saw their terrific faces.
I saw them.
Hundred faces almost dead.
They're crawling,
They're whispering...