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Freeze Dream
Hooded figures
Peering down on my face,
I can see you, from afar,
From across the barren, abandoned
Void of this room
I feel your icy, unspeakable terror.
You have stolen my voice
And welded my limbs immobile
You are a phantom of certain death
I meet you every night
And part every morning…
Only this night, or the next,
One of these forlorn nights,
I fear
You won’t let me go
And forever have me
Treading the ghastly sands
Of Nothingness in a
Ghastly oblivion that exists
Nowhere
And perhaps then
I will miss
Those ghastly hooded figures
Peering down on my face.
Peering down on my face,
I can see you, from afar,
From across the barren, abandoned
Void of this room
I feel your icy, unspeakable terror.
You have stolen my voice
And welded my limbs immobile
You are a phantom of certain death
I meet you every night
And part every morning…
Only this night, or the next,
One of these forlorn nights,
I fear
You won’t let me go
And forever have me
Treading the ghastly sands
Of Nothingness in a
Ghastly oblivion that exists
Nowhere
And perhaps then
I will miss
Those ghastly hooded figures
Peering down on my face.
Published 19th Feb 2015
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19th Feb 2015 11:50pm
This reminds me of dreams I have been having lately. Dark, staring from the blackness. I might just send you the details in a message...
20th Feb 2015 2:34am
Even "ghastly hooded figures" are better than a black hole. "Even in the midst of death we cling to life." Can't remember where that quote comes from, but it may apply here. Those figures may be symbolic. They may be projections, a shadow show of something entirely different. More mundane but potent fears lent humanoid form. Thanks, Virginia. You're making me think again.
20th Feb 2015 4:34am
