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12/4/2009 - desperate nightmare

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A hand wrought to soothe.
A voice designed;
created to manipulate.
A breath to lull her to be still.
A bite to hold her there;
a bite to murder will.

She breaths not!
Holding breath to keep
the weep a secret;
a hidden dream forsaken
with every silent tear
of bitter sacrifice.

Hate will hold her hand
to keep the fever hounds at bay.
Fear will drive her
heart to cease to race.

And she falls;
A strained fight.
She disappears.
Reality becomes nightmare
as she forces herself awake
into sky's lucid dream.

A promise ghost;
the senses numb her
and she is zone.

The walls and ceilings
turn to nothing.
Outer space;
a beautiful cosmos.
She hangs there in the middle,
somewhere between eternity
and cold.
She suspends herself
curled into her ball,
enfolding silence around her;
a sweet cocoon.

Tears flow fast and hard;
her guardians float around her
like the weeping angels of genocide.
She curls to the fold; to see a face,
to feel a different hand;
a different breath.

A hand wrought to soothe
A voice designed;
created to protect
a breath to lull to satisfy.

She breaths not
Holding breath to keep
the weep a secret
a hidden dream come to fruition
with every silent tear
of sweeter sacrifice;
the nightmare bids her back.

And..

Fear will hold her hand
to keep the fever hounds at bay.
Hate will drive her
heart to cease to race.

And she falls...
Reality becomes her
as she rolls to hide;
to close the doors.
Sleep will welcome her.

Pretend,
will be her guardian.
To hold her.
To save her.
To take her away.

Until the clock chimes her
of her time
and she will flee.

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