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As I lie so still, my covers turn to waves,
pulling me under, choking me so,
I claw at the bedframe and look for a crack,
in the iron sheet that binds me so,
A small handhold to comfort me,
but there's something down there, pulling so,
Like a serpant ripping me apart,
Like my imagination, frightening me so,
A gasp of breath, ridiculus fear,
as the shadows creep and trick me so,
From the wallpaper, wasps start to peel
and sting me with needles that poison me so,
I try to swat the thoughts away,
but they buzz in my ear incessantly so,
Crawl into my eyes and into my mouth,
they go inside, scaring me so.
And out of the shadows, a figure does rise,
A burtlap-faced monster, chilling me so,
Cut open the mask and reveil the face,
that makes my heart scream so,
With safety-pins in its eyes, and flames in its mouth,
the ice-cold grip suffocates me so,
But it's merely the innocence of the coat hanger
Angering me, and ashaming me so.
Cannot sleep so I stay awake,
Awaiting whatever fears will tempt me so,
and as the darkness creeps onto my bed,
I smile a smile that surprises me so,
As the chains on my wrists keep me close to those wings,
Those leathery demon-wings that please me so,
as my hell-born lover caresses my lips,
like the lover for whom I've longed so.
But now it's just me, alone in my room,
and the sun lights the shadows that thrilled me so,
and someone comes down and tells me to wake
and my fantasies vanish, saddening me so.
I get up, I dress, and refuse to eat,
and cry for the dreams that lifted me so,
I go to that place, they call it a hospital,
but it's really a prison, killing me so.
And as I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for my dreams to lift me so,
From this hellish world that I can no longer stand,
The sun starts to set, and I smile so,
As the fantastic creatures of the night
torture and tear me, comforting me so,
And my hellish fantasies come back to life,
In my beautiful dreams that reap me so,
In my beautiful nightmares that swollow me whole,
In my beautiful reality I've come to know...
...Like this beautiful straitjacket that tortures me so.
 Morgana The Heartless · Sun Apr 22, 2007 @ 04:16pm · 1 Comments |
