Zadown Posted October 29, 2001 Report Posted October 29, 2001 I hear the bed prowling stalking me sneaking closer hunting it's scouts first heralds of sleep cajole gently my eyes hum to my ears a wordless lullaby clock allies with it ticking gets softer changes to the metronome of my body tries to fade away I can still rise my fingers my wit cuts words to the screen increased gravity does not glue my legs to the chair I am my own master yet but I can see the misty lines of the puppet master wings of the slumber deeper than daydreams footsteps to the center of my bedroom I can hear the whisper of mythical creatures feel the softness and with a smile I let myself go
Peredhil Posted June 2, 2003 Report Posted June 2, 2003 Heh, Embrace the Sandman, for he lays soothing dreams to bandage outraged reality. Why am I reminded of Metallica?
Illianna Wolfsong Posted June 8, 2003 Report Posted June 8, 2003 And very appropriate to read at 3am. hehe Perfect imagery. Excellent, Z. -Just another insomniac
Ayshela Posted June 9, 2003 Report Posted June 9, 2003 i like this very much. i think my bed stalks me some nights too, which is a real trick for a waterbed! lol
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