The emotions that we felt at the carnival late at night.

Blanket Dream
I see your reflection
Words sounding backwords
Discussing the art of being mysterious
Saw your bones drift out like smoke
The oil of the pupils;
Leaving their shells
In puddles of thoughts
And in the lights
It looks like irony
But I know you better
Than you tried not to...
...know yourself
No need to escape exposure
You're no vacant host
To this all impending
Aura of delusion
Threatening to define
You as a feature
More than the:
Hand
Nails
Teeth
...the blood.