Falling

Falling through daylight
in the back of a Cadillac
Hearse

Blood splattering the
halls of midnight
as aimless colors
of despair blast
through the corridors
of lost battered souls

Howling maniacal nymphs
torture lost boys
in purple shrouded chambers
of agony

Laughing children of
the God's, build
ice-cream pyramids in
the sky blocking out
the sun

trapped in the back of
A Cadillac Hearse
I drift through it all
While falling back
through daylight