Post by Devi145 on Jun 5, 2003 14:34:49 GMT -5
I lay softly beneath blankets that guard me from this room, from this place...
As if my ceiling is bound to fall, my room's lengths to shrink, trapped in this box...
Memories left behind empty, begging to be replaced... as if so easily written upon a white board ready to erase.
This tender soft sheet that curves with my tosses of nightmares and troubles through this roaring night,
Ready for morning when I can breathe away from this haunting that fills..
..The beautiful night that used to carry me sweet dreams and lover's thoughts but instead brings me feeling of contrite.
Like spider's leg's tripping across awaiting for fresh blood brought upon my skin sends me chills
The night is what brings me soft low screams, not loud enough for others to hear...
But the scream's i listen to each moon lit night are not some one else's...
For they are mine, and that is what i fear.
As if my ceiling is bound to fall, my room's lengths to shrink, trapped in this box...
Memories left behind empty, begging to be replaced... as if so easily written upon a white board ready to erase.
This tender soft sheet that curves with my tosses of nightmares and troubles through this roaring night,
Ready for morning when I can breathe away from this haunting that fills..
..The beautiful night that used to carry me sweet dreams and lover's thoughts but instead brings me feeling of contrite.
Like spider's leg's tripping across awaiting for fresh blood brought upon my skin sends me chills
The night is what brings me soft low screams, not loud enough for others to hear...
But the scream's i listen to each moon lit night are not some one else's...
For they are mine, and that is what i fear.
