What Manner of Cheese Would Drive Us Hither?

Last night I dreamt I was with a group of friends and we were lost in a labyrinthine department store. We finally came out through some doors on the north side beyond which there were some blocky apartment buildings. There was some kind of demoniac entity above our heads that had an obsessive hatred of free will. To pass unnoticed, we had to avoid any creative thinking, even fairly simple things like deciding what we might wear the next day.

I've been kind of lagging on the sonnets lately, haven't I? I guess I got tired of writing a quatrain every night. I was operating under the idea that something weird would come out of my brain if I were sleepy, now I feel like crafting them after my morning coffee. You can judge for yourself if they're any better:

X Sonnet 1945

The liberated ghost was wanted west.
The eyes of supermarket lights were peeled.
Suspicion spots a heart beneath a vest.
The diamond brains would see the card repealed.
A savage shade usurped the role of rain.
As pouring lead reduced the land to steel.
Their vital organs beat their chests in vain.
Organic life has lost the right to feel.
A party crossed the guarded mall at night.
Beyond the northern doors there waits a beast.
No question now arose to hazard flight.
For greedy minds on desp'rate souls would feast.
Preserved with blood, the dead assume a name.
A city bleeds to come a drinker's game.