Dreamworms

Worms are killing me in my dream, worms coming from the inside of my spirit: none of them decides to vanish. With impetuous bravery, they throw against my grey matter and allow my meninges to melt with them. As automatons gnawing on meanders of the brain, they stalk into the deepest feelings... so they can be powerfully destructive. The night is their realm, in the darkness they start looking for you... you just have to prevent them from gaining space: the night can beat them if you use it at best...