scum

Days come and go

Faster than the nights I know 

I drift into sleep 

Where stories are told 

Of worlds where puddles are so much more deep

And mold turns to flakes of gold 

I know now that I 

Traverse a land 

Of misery and things gone awry 

A slight of hand 

Deception — tricks being played on me in goodness of dreams 

A rotten scum 

Forms a film atop my brain 

An infestation blooms 

Of love and beauty 

In their kingdom of reign