fuck it.
6. Anaphora
Every time you wake up from a scary dream, you're in another...
my eyes closed slow, so I know, time froze.. as my mind arose
awoke in the form of a sit up, the stomach crunch grinding clothes
T shirt soaked, to the left lay a note I hoped an preyed that i wrote
but was showed letters that translated into the decay of a rose
which made blood escape from my nose, but what did this mean?
stepping out of my bed, drips of it fell but the mattress was clean
could feel something tragic, as screams waited to splash out my teeth
the room around me was brief, as it turned into the passenger seat
of my lovers jeep, as i stared at her dark image, the glass was tinted
the panic ran an grasped me, sprinted,
her face lay masked, for all the glass was in it
looking out at the scene could see the most stable of roads
and as i looked back down at her body saw the decay of a rose
opened my eyes an jumped out of bed! what a horrible mishap
i wish that i could go back to that horrible dream an miss that
opened the door of my room to find that the floor was maroon
with footprints which i followed leading toward a sword an a spoon
i was next to the list of chores all the sudden a broom hit the floor
an from underneath the kitchen sink a bunch of blood began to poor
i turned to rush away but passed out an must of stayed
for when my eyes opened in the kitchen, nothin had changed
something strange was moving around in the living room hall
giving my jaw an teeth a shiver noise like when u unthaw
was scared to peek around the corner, on my knees, clothes in red
reminded me of when my nose had bled, could see a nose and head
then its eyes hit mine with an unbreakable stare that froze me
slowly looking ferociously into my heart like the creature knows me
then all the sudden it began moving! Closer an Faster!
on 4 legs growing, going after my head, awoke before knowing disaster
the sweat had me heated as i sat in bed crunching my toes
a knock on the door "who is it?" your mother, there’s something i want u to know
the door knob was turning slow, and something wasn’t right
every time my mom comes in my room she turns on the light
then all the sudden the door flew open! it Looked Like a Man!
but as the image came closer it was mom with a knife in her hand
she stabbed me repeatedly in the chest an i could feel the blade
was this real? i preyed it wasn’t .. but I could feel the grave
hoping to wake up from this nightmare i closed my eyes
and never woke up.. that’s because i know i had died.
02-14-2004, 07:11 PM
