Filed Under: Music & Film | Posted: 11/05/2007 at 2:02AM
Comments | Region: United States
In the cold sweat,
in the dense of night,
in the unreal twilight.
Her torso was being stretched,
her body being menaced,
being destroyed by an invisible essence.
The emotions of her face show fear,
the emotions in her eyes scream pain,
the emotions of her movements cry out and complain.
Her movements show death
her movements hint at a struggle,
her movements all show his angle.
His face is twisted,
his face is jerking,
his face is crawling.
The room is spinning,
The light is fading,
her breath is debating.
It leaves but isn’t sure if it should come back,
should we help or are we too afraid,
we cant lend a hand and be forced out again.
Her eyes start to cease,
her struggle is slowing,
his grip is showing.
Yelling at her to give up and leave.
Making her see.
She gasps back to life and springs upright out of her slumber,
screaming, crying, realizing.
Her pain was getting to her.
Her pain was attacking at night,
her subconscious is filled deep with spite.
awake she now sees,
it was herself over her
it was herself taking the plunder.
To live she must stay free,
to live she has to keep,
to live she stays away from the deep.
The end of life that has suckered so many in before,
the pit that lies become reality
the essence of death finds you inevitably.