| Twisting and turning… trivial dream, horrific nightmare, lost fantasy, tragic reality. Lying still… suffering. Tuning slowly… hurting. Looking up… wondering. The clock stares back… blank. Exempt of time… great. Timeless torture… distant dreams… empowering nightmares… still here and never to come. My eyes will not close… to angel that brings slumber hangs from a rope… the cupid lost his sight from staring at the sun and missed me… the grim reaper caught a chill when he touched my hand and now he is on sick leave. Naked and crying… Awake and depressed. Locked in the closet… free under your bed. In the shadows… calling. The light is tuned on my home vanishes to another I run… for you can not see me. I am the cute kitty you get on you day of birth… two weeks later I am stray for I did betray… I am rabid, the scratches on you back portray. I am your first born… at the age of three I burn the house down, a month later you pass of a heart attack. Now a widowed lover knelling at your grave… she wants to be with you… so a cross is planted in their chest upon your tomb. Now a orphaned child… with a kitty of red fur… upon jumping from the bridge… the orphaned child drowns. a black cat emerges from the icy waters. In the sun… he lies upon the road he runs. The preacher now prays for another funeral. He walks in to his house to wash his dirty hands… and their sit I, the candle that burns to light the way. The next day he is found in his bath tub tied and beaten. I am the stone that lies in the ring that the preacher wore upon his finger… now my barer gives me to the clerk… for thirty dollars… surly I am worth more then that… pawned I am. Upon the clerks counter I read the paper that was left… the obituary of a man identified as the robber… was killed in bar fight. I was the bottle that cracked his skull… I was the child with the scratched back… I was the widowed lover that passed from despair. All these tears… make me who I am. An empath I feel therefore I am. In darkness lies my sanity… in chaos lives my insanity… in sadness dwells my love. In your eyes festers my pain. In your happiness… their is my hope. The echoing laughter of the angels… the chanting of the demons… the null song of the dead siren… all is twisted… what is real and what is a dream… for all is possible. All is a nightmare… love is a fantasy. All is reality. My eyes close to the slumber I awaited… then the clock strikes midnight… the moon glows… my kinship howls… again… I await… when will I sleep? Alone even in sleep for I can not. Again twisting and tuning till the next passages of dim thoughts |
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