Nightmares and fantasies
fulfillment of a wish
Sometimes your own blood
can taste so delish.
Feal the ebb, feal the flow
as it courses in your veins.
The blue-green turns hot red
as it slowly from you drains.
Be this a dream or reality
who can decide, who can say.
What is and what is not,
if this night will turn to day.
Secrets that we hold within
horrors that we toss about
Sew the mouth shut with tight stitches
don't let the truth come out.
Taste the blood in your throat
choke on the bile,
Hide the darkness inside your heart
behind a Cheshire smile.
Feal the bloody acid
eat your soul away.
For dark secrets that are kept
there is a price to pay.
Fantasies turn to nightmares,
wishes turn to screams.
Count the cost pay the price
in Technicolor dreams.

07/01/2000

Posted on 05/23/2004
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