Adrenochrome Dreams

I had this dream
 Where I woke up
 To a grand commotion.
 And uhm I just jumped
 From the blankets
 And whipped the door
 From its lock
 And rush blindly
 Into the blackness
 Of the hallway
 But there, on all sides
 Lying next to each other
 Were rows and rows
 Of executioners
 Some were shirtless, robeless
 And throbbing with anticipation.
 Sweat delicatley sneaking
 Through their body hair
 All were hooded
 Some like seventeenth
 Century guillotine henchemen
 Others had crudely made hoods
 Like scarecrows
 Or sudden ripped ski masks
 With slobber from
 Their clenching jaws
 And some had burlap masks
 Sum together
 That looked like they
 Were made of human skin
 Each one held a weapon
 Large mallets
 Crudely fashioned axes
 And large clubs
 pipes
 But I wasn't compelled
 To retreat
 No
 I was forced to
 Move between them
 Past their swinging weapons
 The clubs
 The bats
 The slicing tools
 The shovels
 The large and small axes
 Big boards with nails
 Staples and razorblades
 Embedded in them
 Taking the beating
 Falling down
 Getting up
 Again and again
 And again and again
 Driven to make it out
 At any cost
 And next
 I stumbled into a
 This strange marshy world
 Where I was, I was oddly drowning
 In squirrels and other large
 Starving rodents
 Then
 From above
 Out on the treetops
 Several dolls fell from the branches
 Were they were hanging
 With nooses made of human hair
 They all, uh, they started biting and sucking
 And trying to feed from me
 Trying to enter my belly
 And some pushed large needles
 Into my veins and
 And as I looked back
 Some had nails through
 Their hands, torsos and throats
 I was froze
 Dead eyes
 carbonized
 As I kicked them away
 I could see all around me
 Of piles and piles
 Of dead sea life
 Large fish, smelly crustaceans
 Covered all in dead shrouds
 And their soulless
 Empty bodies whispered
 A secret language
 I couldn't decipher
 But somehow understood
 And their cries were
 "Feed me... feed me..."
 They wanted me to devour
 Those around them
 Chew them up into a paste
 And smear them inside their mouths
 And as I turned around
 I could see the shape of a woman
 Perfect
 Perfectly erotic
 Squatting over a pile
 Of these dead things...
 And as I ran to her and said
 "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
 And she had no face
 And she turned to glass
 And suddently cracked
 And then exploded into
 1000 pieces at my feet
 And just as I took a quick breath
 this world was shoved and decimated
 But an intruding tidal wave
 Of microorganisms, neutrinos, exploding atoms, and binding molecules
 I was suddenly in the moon then
 Frightened, aching, and alone...
 And that's what I remember most...
 ...The ache.
 I can't escape