Darkened dreams

by Kyle Cavanagh   Aug 28, 2008


Twas the night of a nightmare,
fragments stuck like glue,
stuck in a horror,
all dark and true,

dark and starry Sky,
even darker clouds,
big and creepy peeks,
fields to be plowed,

I'm tied to a pole,
hands behind my back,
vultures stare at me,
like I'm some sought of snack,

my sight goes from right to left,
clean picked bones all i can see,
nothing else but black,
everyones an absentee,

those bonny fingers,
armed with a rusty sword,
bones start to reconstruct,
building something of high accord,

it raises its hand,
and brings it right across,
in to my side,
here comes the blood loss,

my sight starts to dim down,
i scream a deathly scream,
i look out my window,
the blood has completed its stream,

no puddle on the floor,
no splatter on the wall,
it was only a dream,
I'm completely sprawled,

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