Empire Of The Senseless

“Numbers are dangerous. I knew better than to play with them. I knew you. I know you see everything. Do you see me? Where do you need my body? This is all that I need to know from you. Did you see the sky last night? I lay on my mattress and stare at the moon, all the way up, run outside, all the way down. A ginormous hunk of metal flies jerky circles around her; it was flashing red. Do you think this color means anything? If I were you, I’d pay special attention to the colors. They’re directing this dream. Red means stop, says blood; flashes danger. Danger! Danger! There’s blood! No baby, they say in blues and yellows, that’s just rain. That is supposed to be there. Be quiet darling. Stop singing so loud. We’ll kick you out. You don’t want to be out on your own. Do you? Did you ever think that maybe your own was they key? Just maybe, if you went far enough into your own flesh and bones, you could step out. Is waking up a normal thing? What if I’m always sleeping? What if dreaming is the closest thing to esca