Tonight I dream of spiders
Hair spun, fat filled, scuttling legs
Quiver over my body and thighs
Eyes, ears, mouth, a tongue
A taste perforates through my eyes
Spills into my skull
Splat, Slash, Splot
Scuttle
Tonight I dream of Isolation
My footsteps fall on empty ears
Searching for life
Fearful, Tearful
Ripe with Strife
What does this matter?
I cannot be seen.
Unhear my own quiet screams
Please,
I want to
I need to
unhear.
Tonight I dream of running
An unseen assailant
I know, wishes to
attempt on me harm
You can't be calm
I can't, You can't
I Must
You mustn't provoke me.
I wake reaching
Reaching
Reaching
I find nothing
But empty solace.
Tonight I dream of fighting
Clockwork childhood
Figures slicing at my
face, racing me
to death.
A metal axe, a clawed
arm, walls with eyes,
a broken staircase,
distorted laugh, a
past repeated.
'Treated' to terror
remember me
dismember me
tenderly
race me
erase
me
I can't seem to wake up.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Tonight I dream of spiders
Hair spun, fat filled, scuttling legs
Quiver over my body and thighs
Eyes, ears, mouth, a tongue
A taste perforates through my eyes
Spills into my skull
Splat, Slash, Splot
Scuttle
Tonight I dream of Isolation
My footsteps fall on empty ears
Searching for life
Fearful, Tearful
Ripe with Strife
What does this matter?
I cannot be seen.
Unhear my own quiet screams
Please,
I want to
I need to
unhear.
Tonight I dream of running
An unseen assailant
I know, wishes to
attempt on me harm
You can't be calm
I can't, You can't
I Must
You mustn't provoke me.
I wake reaching
Reaching
Reaching
I find nothing
But empty solace.
Tonight I dream of fighting
Clockwork childhood
Figures slicing at my
face, racing me
to death.
A metal axe, a clawed
arm, walls with eyes,
a broken staircase,
distorted laugh, a
past repeated.
'Treated' to terror
remember me
dismember me
tenderly
race me
erase
me
I can't seem to wake up.
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