Stigmata Spiralcoma
Sweet…
Slithering Slumber…
Silence was never golden …
The numbers and names
Shattered within this sphere
Memories and jaded dreams
Like a spine that embraced a biting spear
So sleep like a child
Ride the lunar tide
Dream like a child
Awaken from your coma
The faces and their frowns
Phantom sleep etched on your skin
Circus dance of spiral nightmares
Like a blade that lacerates your fears
I cannot find you
Your pain cannot heal you
I walk through the abyss of unnatural sleep
While angels waltz under peeling, wounded skies.
Tortured time…
Serenades but…
You can never hide those faces…
Hide those faces…
So sleep like a child
Ride the lunar tide
Dream like a child
Awaken from your coma
Punish me - I am dreaming
Punish me – I am feeding
And I wait for you
I will seek you
I will hunt you
I will break you
I will feast on you
There is nothing you can do
Sleep/ dream in pretty colors serene
Sleep/ drown in a dearth black sky of flies
Sleep/ opalescent spirits pass me by
Sleep/ for lost innocence personified