Killer
Killer in your dreams
Come to warn you of Disaster.
Contemplate the separate factions.
Send you a night dream,
Of scarlet elevators,
And Castles made of brick.
Nothing less than killing.
Dye you purple kind.
On and on,
The questions go,
Of this Killer in your dreams.
Almost nothing is whispered,
Of the Dreams within your eyes.
For the Killer in your dreams,
He wears a face, like your disguise.
In hope that dreams don’t fade away,
But just get hard to see,
For those who close their eyes.
Copyright © Stephen Tate | Year Posted 2008
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