It Was a Dream
Day was night
night was dark
the moon was bloody
the sun was flammy
agony was in vogue
tears the new order
flesh was meat
blood as drink
praying to death
death with deaf ears
feeling alone
alone in the evil world
on my knees i fall
praying to hear my call
a serpent bit
opening my eyes
it was a mothers pinch
i screamed
leaping for excitement
seeing color
this dieing world
has a little more
air to spear
it was nothing but a dream.
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2013
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