ɹǝʌo nightmare ƃunɥ

im in a dark cocktail bar

and all my friends are dead.

Their bodies are scattered across the room

damp and soulless.

But one body remain. lingering.

Lingering on, resting beside the dusty bell counter, I sit in a shadowy chair.

peering

peering at nothing.

But my mind needs not the eyes to see the bodies on the floor.

Barely visible in the dark red room.

But in the mind. In MY mind (¿), where a vast pool of my thought swirls viscerally, I can see.

I can see that I am the only life in this room.

In this cocktail bar.

Where my friends’ bodies lay, dead lifeless scattered.