Good Dreams tend to Smother

Master the monster underneath your skin.

A sparkle of examination always begs for sin.

Fire from your brain.

Wrinkles in the need to gain.

Make love on a concrete floor.

Hide behind a painted door.

White is the color of your journey:

Innocent and without injury.

Marry the monster within your dreams.

Disguises are presents among your scenes.

Locked-up in curious selection.

Choices based on a sold affection.

Copyright 1999, Chris Florez age 26