In the night the man thought,
For one million thoughts, he fought.
In his mind all made sense,
Reality was bent to his will,
Fantasy mingled, gripping, subverting, retouching.
In the day, reality grew stronger,
Illusions faded, in the light.
His eyes drew blood,
Reality imprinted in all senses.
Brutality, naked in the hallway,
On his knees, eyes shut,
Striped of all his fantasies and delusions,
He began to laugh, silently, faintly, unnaturally.