Focus On the Cold
Focus on the cold...concentrate...lean your head back
let your eyes dialate, Close them tightly as so not to
be seen, The shadows in the fog are swift as well as
keen, Trying to forget them would not be wise for
there thoughts move silently behind stitched open
eyes, Whispers hauntily speak, It's only a mere
dream? Then why do i not awaken seconds before
i scream? You see in the nightmare world the sleeping
are awake... making it impossible to tell what is real
from what is fake...But what is real is only posessed
by what your mind reveals taking the thoughts to the
frost morphing non-existence into blurred surreal,
So sit back and create what you make...for we were
sent to merely guard the escape
So With this blade i must thrust it deep within the dark
It shall never rust...only fork the tongues of those we dare
not trust, Thou shalt never take me I will erase what he
blatently disgusts, Unspeakable words spin the axis,
Unholy and disturbed
I will conquer and overcome We will not stumble on others
who stoke this flaming fun...I will not be a shadow Bit I will
not be seen..We will melt and skrape the deadly frost that
contains your fate, So sit back and watch me uncreate what you make
For i will merely slither through the keyhole...and unlock the escape
Copyright © Maxx Tubville | Year Posted 2005
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