Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Dreams bite

It's a horrible sight
when dreams seem to bite
When chasing you, hunting you
into the night..
When having no mercy
and loving your pain,
dreams will disrobe you
and rape you again.
It's a horrible thought
when dreams are congealing 
 lying on a cold slab
staring at the ceiling
feeling your new fangs
burst through your gums
knowing your dreams killed
all of your chums
It's  a horrible  day
when your dreams aren't there
and you lie in a coffin,
with no hope, in prayer
dreams will not heal you
no dreams aren't kind
surely they'll drain you
when reading your mind.
It's  a horrible death
when dreams hold the key
staring and comparing
no reflection of me

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