A Broken Dial of Dreams II

Eyes seething antidotes, 

     Hauntingly breathe concussions of remorse over bandaged prayers from the depths of the other regretful side, Wherein resides the left spiteful over parts of hallucinations we forgot to wish and they're doomed as we'll never rummage funeral through what we can't see for even the most malignant specimens of a once advocated for vampire's hope or ashen loyalty of a wingless angel's putrid assisted self genocide help, Out from whom both intangible realm's parade of realism exists, But only within our minds phantasmigorically fake yet chronologised slumbering eyes cowardly dreams...?

In lieu,
Of waking...