House Rules

Covered in webs of silk and scarlet,       
trashed and abandoned after a rave,       
drifting along large rooms finding many targets,       
behave nice in this concave or end slave.       
     
The marksmen watch around the forest,       
filling torrents of bones once promised,       
bows made from brilliant and blinding onyx light,       
holding onto rights the watchmen of the night.       
     
Explosions of differet blue spheres fall into the eye,       
waking with wonderful lovers resting on scars,       
with them we change forms to play musical chairs,       
abiding rules to wear ancient fluorescent dye.       
     
The room starts filling with more being's outside of rhyme,       
in dreams we shall always find many ways to access your time.              
         
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Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,          
Inspired greatly by dreams and all great works I have seen.