Dreams

[Mydriasis]

Dreams -
I've tasted it,
bitter and sweet.
Like being swept,
from your feet,
than being dropped,
over an exposed knee.

There is a heaven,
oh honey,
there is a hell.
it's no secrete,
memories to hard to tell.

But when you come home,
I know I am getting well.

I know the feast,
that calms the tide.
I know the beast,
of being choked for the ride.

But when you come home,
I know I am getting well.
You've opened my tomb,
cracking this outer shell.

If you stick by my side,
heaven and in hell,
I swear we will both be well.
Come home.