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I've seen you bury yourself
High on that dark plateau
Digging with fingernails
Dragging with teeth
Throwing dirt into the night
Until you fell tired
Deep inside the hole
And dragged a blanket
Of wet earth upon you


A pale mannequin walks in your clothes tonight
Wearing your hair, pushing your feet
Moving swiftly through dark streets
Stepping on thick shadow
And plastic bottles
That squeak


Wind blows right through darkness
And swept hair alike
Pushing forward whole scenes
Of covered misery
And broken concrete

We dwell between these wet walls
And weep the sound of this night
Dragging our long hair over stones
And ages filled with nothing but dust

You hide between stopping and another step
With your back hunched under the small sky
Almost stumbling in complete asymmetry
And slow whispering of sharp edges
You jump!

The idea came before the light
We didn't have time to react
As light started to pour out of our eyes
Slowly dripping out of sockets
And splattering, yes splattering
All over musky walls
And rusty warning signs
We began to see our own hands again

How mighty we were, all of a sudden
In the streets, rustling
Through jagged edges and bodies alike
Searching, no screaming, for you!
Jumping up in the wind
Spreading arms and lungs alike
Swaying our heads pushed by the breeze
And the trails of pheromones
That fear leaves behind

You're already struggling
With an unbalanced corner
Flying circular on one foot
Crawling on hope and stacked bricks
You jump into the night!

But some of us can see you now
We swirl over your own shadow
Sleeping whilst giving chase
To your own insecurities
And brittle feet

We hang tight together
A dark mass pushing light
Through empty streets
Grasping with sharp fingers
Dark air and at your dirty footsteps

I am the only one that sees you escape
Through crooked trees and dim light
You run in the jagged forest
Desperately climbing on that hill
Throwing dirt into the night
Dragging with teeth
Digging with fingernails
High on that dark plateau
I see you bury yourself



The light ends
We should all go to sleep.


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The following comments are for "The Horror"
by Paradox

Flying circular on one foot
Not entirely sure what is going on but I'm intrigued. Kept thinking this should have drawings for each stanza. Something Gorey'ish.

( Posted by: toscano [Member] On: August 21, 2011 )





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