06-04-2014, 09:00 AM
Cotton Candy Sheep [Third Draft]
Sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
obscenities sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into daydreams
stick needles picking
unraveling tender seams
Low hides crouch in crawling thorns
doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for dawn
Whispers echo words unsaid
the night is stillborn
rivers run ribbon red
Cotton Candy Sheep [Second Draft]
Silly sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
the bleating is sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into dreams
stick needles picking
unseemingly unraveling seams
Tattered hides crouch low in thistle and thorn
dull eyed, doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for dawn
Silent cries echo words unsaid
the night is stillborn
rivers run ribbon red.
Cotton Candy Sheep [First Draft]
Silly sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
the bleating is sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into dreams
stick needles picking
unseemingly unraveling seams
Tattered hides crouch low in thistle and thorn
dull eyed, doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for the dawn
Silent cries echo of words left unsaid
the night is stillborn
as rivers run ribbon red.
Sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
obscenities sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into daydreams
stick needles picking
unraveling tender seams
Low hides crouch in crawling thorns
doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for dawn
Whispers echo words unsaid
the night is stillborn
rivers run ribbon red
Cotton Candy Sheep [Second Draft]
Silly sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
the bleating is sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into dreams
stick needles picking
unseemingly unraveling seams
Tattered hides crouch low in thistle and thorn
dull eyed, doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for dawn
Silent cries echo words unsaid
the night is stillborn
rivers run ribbon red.
Cotton Candy Sheep [First Draft]
Silly sullied cotton candy sheep
velvet mouths wake screaming
the bleating is sickly sweet
The sound it creeps into dreams
stick needles picking
unseemingly unraveling seams
Tattered hides crouch low in thistle and thorn
dull eyed, doe eyes stare blindly
hungry for the dawn
Silent cries echo of words left unsaid
the night is stillborn
as rivers run ribbon red.

