Bones and Teeth by Steve Wilkinson

Every other night, my brain petrified, in fright. Creaking bones and chattering teeth, visions beyond belief, Surrounding my home buried beneath my skull. This dream ship sails with a burning mast, sinking ever deeply across my past. Thoughts of bliss at a knife across the wrist, fighting back across the waves that could extinguish the flames, sinking deeply... deeply... deeply... into the murky tar. Endlessly. Endlessly swirling, suffocating ever more or ever less... unable to sink, only to suffer beneath the groggy moor. Peering endlessly into the swirling black tar, mirroring that arch that goes across this face, a bridge troubled with no end in place. A mirrored expression, a face of lies after an insurmountable amount of tries. Bare with it and don't dare bare that sullen face evermore.