A ceremony in disguise,
Protective animus inside.
Twist gold on fingers crucified,
Next in a line for sacrifice.
Please don't panic,
Its under control.
The spirit forcing its way out,
Selective hearing, angry mouth.
We hear it whispering the doubts.
Drowning love in times of drought.
Please don't panic,
Its under control.
Experimented on in dreams.
Through walls and sleep they carried me.
Offer the fish but no one chases.
Somebody's been here,
Someone faceless.
Please don't panic
Its under control.
Its about a dream where i got married and abducted by aliens. Hadn't written one that rhymed in a while.