falling asleep
under a soft blanket
of nightmares,
stitched together
by pale fairies
with black wings…
tuck me in
you sweet, skinny
sylphs…
you weavers of my screams
that only come
stitched in the seems
of these cold, twisted dreams
that you cover me with
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
falling asleep
under a soft blanket
of nightmares,
stitched together
by pale fairies
with black wings…
tuck me in
you sweet, skinny
sylphs…
you weavers of my screams
that only come
stitched in the seems
of these cold, twisted dreams
that you cover me with
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