In between
I think I woke some where between,
the rotting silks of insanity.
Tangled, writhing, like a demons dream,
clinging to the remains of humanity.
The pregnant nicotine moon,
just creasting my window sill.
Casting shadows, of singed gloom,
I never knew silence was so still.
That's about all, I don't remember much,
only the dark, and my own scream.
Terror, thick enough to touch,
waits some where in between
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