I can feel the sensations,
I can touch them without hasitation...
Blood dripped from a paper cut on my finger
that my favorite book gave me...
Sharp fangs, shining in the moonlight,
for the living creatures, causing a fright...
In the swirling mist, my path is lost,
no turning back, it's the cost...
Like shiny stars, red eyes,
glowing in darkness of the night...
Waiting screams - echoing in world, howls,
our voices in darkness so complete, howls...
Moon shinning above our heads,
Wash away my human dreads...
They visit my dreams and hopes
teach me to desire so that i can cope...
We are in a world with unseen eyes,
we are the ones you cannot find...
I come for you with bloody fingertips. Scarred...
Fight or flight
A dragon backed into a corner...
A sphere on paper
This moon glistens at us...