Poison slipping from your teeth
As the moon slices through your eyes
Such a strange being, oh how I despise
Don't question my will
For you are a manifestation
That part of me reaching for the window
Seeping with the wish to escape
There's no choice in your world
For no one really cares about you
It's the strangest thing
The way you walk and talk
Yet you're carried off in the wind
Don't fret my precious
Of such beauty and disgust
A shadow you may be
But you are mine
Counting these bodies
How many have we exchanged?
Slipping in and out in dreams
Zippers running down the ribs
Stitching across my heart
Oh how many people have been sacrificed?
Is it you who has control?
For you keep forcing me to sleep
To face the demons in a new form
To remove a soul for my personal wealth
Discarding each tainted body
As time slowly moves forward
Should I ever let you free?
Be carried away in the wind with you
Or shall we continue the battle?
Your being lulling me to sleep
Forcing me to purge these beings
To count the bodies as if they were sheep
Their skin rotting with my own
Author notes
I don't suffer nightmares very often, I will when summer kicks in a bit more but until then I'm safe.
When I heard this song it reminded me of a dream I had in which I had to sacrifice people for their skin, so that I may fight my demon renewed.
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Great imagery in this one. I could see everything, though some bits I wish I hadn't. I did enjoy your choice of words, and found that every line fell perfectly in place. I like this a lot, and don't see why it hasn't been read more. Excellent write and thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much!
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