20 (nightmare)

Solitare
a rusty room
move the chair
wicked precense
leave me here
\
mutilated shadow
running water
tiptoe away
ominious
oblivious

and unaware
that deaths one
kiss can rob
me of my razor

odd disconnected
behaviour
limping man
is not felt
in these parts

my bleeding skull
every vein tweaked
snapped in two
filth from up above

solitare
a frosty stare
knowing ive been cursed

unaware I know love lies
inside deaths palm
when she cries
i have no alarm
my soul is fried
in frozen hell

i cant express
how much harm
i see, live this life
as free as sharpness
in your left eye

noone there to look upon
your own rust to cry
a ring i here
nice and soft
a more cursed sound
is a knock

disturb my cage
if just to pry the wings
off of this creature
spark this rage

invalid sitter
quitting there
at such an age
they left me here
to sing my song
no shadows here

the feelings gone
at such an age
i would of said
im on the fade
tear my flesh
reap my dreams
im in the land of nod
at such an age...