Bloody nostrils

barely awake

barely aware

I’m feeling chills

I think the fingers of evil
have been scratching in my nostrils

the pillowcase is turning red

as I try to catch my breath

is this a dreadful nightmare

or am I close to death?

gushing out my nose

it's a river of blood

a dreadful affair is taking place 

in this nasal neighborhood

The King of Wonderland

in my land of wonder lives a mean, old king

with an iron fist he rules, and with a cracked voice he sings

"be my joker, be my queen

be a dancer, make a scene"

then he laughs and drags me down

to despair and to decay

he fills my head with nonsense

and yet I let him stay

will there be land of wonder, when the king is dead?

when all the words are spoken, when all the tears are shed?