Zadown Posted October 29, 2001 Report Share Posted October 29, 2001 I hear the bed prowling stalking me sneaking closer hunting it's scouts first heralds of sleep cajole gently my eyes hum to my ears a wordless lullaby clock allies with it ticking gets softer changes to the metronome of my body tries to fade away I can still rise my fingers my wit cuts words to the screen increased gravity does not glue my legs to the chair I am my own master yet but I can see the misty lines of the puppet master wings of the slumber deeper than daydreams footsteps to the center of my bedroom I can hear the whisper of mythical creatures feel the softness and with a smile I let myself go Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted June 2, 2003 Report Share Posted June 2, 2003 Heh, Embrace the Sandman, for he lays soothing dreams to bandage outraged reality. Why am I reminded of Metallica? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rune Posted June 2, 2003 Report Share Posted June 2, 2003 Zadown you will never cease to amaze me. @__@ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Illianna Wolfsong Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 And very appropriate to read at 3am. hehe Perfect imagery. Excellent, Z. -Just another insomniac Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted June 9, 2003 Report Share Posted June 9, 2003 i like this very much. i think my bed stalks me some nights too, which is a real trick for a waterbed! lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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