I stand transfixed
by a beauty that bears no name...
and I know that I am barely hidden
beneath this facade of confidence...
and I know that if I dare to breathe
the demon will turn, and notice me.
I am forever running from the truth.
Tucked inside this world of dream,
two sets of pale eyes meet-
and the world explodes...
disaster blossoms
like a flood lamp,
illuminating the edge
of some great dark wood -
And I am feeling more sinister
than the creatures hanging
from those boughs...
And I begin to wish that I had not
closed my eyes tonight...
For what transpires inside this world
may hold true in waking -
and I may never find my way home...
Yet all that exists is this moment-
and all that exists is this place...
and I understand now -
that he wears a part of my name...
and in doing, he has become a voice
that speaks for the other side of me. |