A poem that came directly from the workings of my twiztid mind, while I was asleep. |
Dreams Equal Reality Wakening…….. And this forest becomes my friend Soiled by these leaves And cleansed by waters, glistening. Thorns leave traces of scarlet Alone my arms and face. My sap is spilling To color this earthen floor, And the sun drops down Back behind the trees And the last drops of dusk….fall upon me, Falling…… Suddenly and quickly, Down a tunnel of tainted hand prints Heat bellows from below me Sulfur burns the cuts on my skin Tangled hair flies from my brow And the heat from this fiction burns my cheap satin gown. And yet…… I am nothing Floating in a serum that’s thick and sugar based But has already expired before you could taste. Stopping…… The darkness is my only friend And the cloven hoofs of dark whispers Echoes in my ears once again. Strapped with chains Burdened and blundered From living in this maze With no close, and no open space. And my disenchanted flesh bleeds along with pain My heart, submerged in hot reddish liquid called pity Beats in time with a broken clock.. ..set in time with the sun.. From the forest….. …another world away. |