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November is cold.
Laying amidst comforters and sheets
And blankets.
Unruly, unfaithful tendrils run
Icy rivulets across my weathered
Shoulders.
Bright light, bright numbered light;
It’s the only glow about the room,
but not the only source of light.
I Dream of Light.
Of lamplight flickering,
and a Stranger, a Beast in Red.
Flickering lamplight, soft as mothwing,
Flash malice within his stare.
My exit, stage right.
Bestial, hungering, but…
No malice.
Those flickering lights, how dare
they trick me!
This is Light.
He is Light.
A frenzied guitar riff rolls me out
of Dreamland onto the floor
It’s Five Minutes to Life.
And November is cold.
- by brown_eyedBlunder |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/23/2008 |
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- Title: Cold (v.2)
- Artist: brown_eyedBlunder
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Description:
I liked Version 1, but I wanted to put Version 2 up first. Dunno why, so don't ask.
- Date: 12/23/2008
- Tags: cold dreams sleep beasts
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Comments (1 Comments)
- CannibalWizards - 12/27/2008
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I dont quite get it..
But I like it.
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