The way I have been dreaming lately
Suggests that something in decay
Has taken hold of my breath
And rocked my soul astray.
These days all things burn confused
And recall in pasts horrific
Torn between on-fire kiss and scream
Tear agonies specific.
The place I exist in which I twist
Where fury festers, eating darkling blood
What kind of slave have I become
That I hate all things I've come to love.
So this is standing in the shadow
Of a gallows where all dead men swing
But being women and blood-cursed
My life, a castle of murdered kings.
Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1998
Reason for writing:
This is about the times I get bad feelings about what the future holds for me, and what kind of events I might have to face around the corner. Usually I'm right.
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