The window’s left open
And yet I can't sleep
The door is shut and my fan is on
But my eyes still creep open
And that’s when I feel its hand on my stomach
I feel its breath on my face.
The great beast has crawled out of the closet
I’m just it’s snack.
The great beast snarls words I can’t understand.
It has long black nails and a large mouth.
It has the sockets for the eyes it now lacks.
It has flesh like mine and thoughts like mine
The great beast snarls again and 3 words shine through
“Me
And
You”
The great beast removes it’s hand and makes it’s way to the window
“Me
And
You”
It’s louder now and clearer. I understand that I must follow it
Through the window, to the outside with its arm around my shoulder
It snarls no more, it’s nails no longer black, and it’s eyes in its head look like mine.
It guides me to the road with a comforting sigh it let’s go.
Back it turns to the window
Back it climbs
Back to my bed where it rests its head.
For the road in front of me leads to a window
The window’s opened by another reckless soul
Their cells dying as they wish to do themselves
In the window I see my reflection.
The great beast I am.
The great beast I’ll create.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
The window’s left open
And yet I can't sleep
The door is shut and my fan is on
But my eyes still creep open
And that’s when I feel its hand on my stomach
I feel its breath on my face.
The great beast has crawled out of the closet
I’m just it’s snack.
The great beast snarls words I can’t understand.
It has long black nails and a large mouth.
It has the sockets for the eyes it now lacks.
It has flesh like mine and thoughts like mine
The great beast snarls again and 3 words shine through
“Me
And
You”
The great beast removes it’s hand and makes it’s way to the window
“Me
And
You”
It’s louder now and clearer. I understand that I must follow it
Through the window, to the outside with its arm around my shoulder
It snarls no more, it’s nails no longer black, and it’s eyes in its head look like mine.
It guides me to the road with a comforting sigh it let’s go.
Back it turns to the window
Back it climbs
Back to my bed where it rests its head.
For the road in front of me leads to a window
The window’s opened by another reckless soul
Their cells dying as they wish to do themselves
In the window I see my reflection.
The great beast I am.
The great beast I’ll create.
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