03-16-2016, 09:16 AM
3:00 AM
too tired to know what raised me
these hallways carry a different kind of silence
an old silence
a last vestige of those who have gone before
in the corridors of the mad
she was lost in a skewed space
he would follow, but for now
she was half dream, half ethereal
far too distant for me
to see past distant eyes,
then another, my feet were cold, his eyes
were embers
an evil as ancient
as the spawning of Gods,
and I sleep
too tired to know what raised me
these hallways carry a different kind of silence
an old silence
a last vestige of those who have gone before
in the corridors of the mad
she was lost in a skewed space
he would follow, but for now
she was half dream, half ethereal
far too distant for me
to see past distant eyes,
then another, my feet were cold, his eyes
were embers
an evil as ancient
as the spawning of Gods,
and I sleep