W O R D S . . .

[GreasyItalianPrincess]

A poem I wrote...



A dreamstate wavers nonstop,
and the shadows falls like mountains,
beneath we are all missing,
lost in tombs,
misbegotten,
like rain sought by dry earthen pile,
like love yearned by a child,
like ancient mounds revered by lore,
mystic toys of some mystic store.
A dread lingers, like a vine
that wraps around a heart...
and tugs
and I see red.
Long soft fingers caress my spine,
flutter about my soul like silken sheets...
upon a bed.
But the dreams ends, and I begin to think..
That I'm now dead...inside.