third volume

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

sleep (shadows follow)


The remedy of counting sheep
Has failed in bringing me release.
There's no escaping and no peace.
The shadows follow in my sleep.

I wake up soaked and tremor
From my nightmare's reign supreme.
A cold grip of lovecraftian terror
Enfolds and chokes me in my dream.

Like black velvet a vision descends.
There's no way I can keep my mind hollow.
'Cross the line where consciousness ends
In my sleep shadows follow.