Post by Eclipse on Jun 8, 2004 12:34:05 GMT -5
Nightmare
Screaming between the twists and turns of sheet.
Lost where life and reality meet.
The nightmares are fragile, pale, and thin.
Poison is sick and lost within.
The crawling itches across my back.
I'm ready this time for the attack.
The barrage of feet and shattered thought,
Things I rememberd and those forgot.
They stitch their webs with crystal thread,
And all those looks I've come to dread,
Spun together in clear fine grace.
Each spider politely takes his place
For the dance and weaving of the mind,
From the whore's perspective, what they find
Is to be exploited and enscribed bold.
Judgements written and secrets told.
She wakes up screaming in fine thin sweat.
The looks they gave, she'll now regret.
Screaming between the twists and turns of sheet.
Lost where life and reality meet.
The nightmares are fragile, pale, and thin.
Poison is sick and lost within.
The crawling itches across my back.
I'm ready this time for the attack.
The barrage of feet and shattered thought,
Things I rememberd and those forgot.
They stitch their webs with crystal thread,
And all those looks I've come to dread,
Spun together in clear fine grace.
Each spider politely takes his place
For the dance and weaving of the mind,
From the whore's perspective, what they find
Is to be exploited and enscribed bold.
Judgements written and secrets told.
She wakes up screaming in fine thin sweat.
The looks they gave, she'll now regret.
