Ok. Seriously. This is fucked up. I was just sitting outside on my back porch moments ago and just sat staring out into the night.. letting my mind wander. I live in the woods, which can be a scary thing I guess.. here's what came out of it.
Dark, muggy, desolate
Staring into the never
The dense fog that lifts
Air from lungs never to return
Snap, sounds emerge from
The mass of lumber looming
Over life, dwarved only by the clouds
Hanging omniously, opaque
Voices imagined or maybe real?
Cry out songs the key of pain
The notes of warning reverberate
In the thick stillness of residences
Calm, peaceful, serene
Glancing now, at the mass of cold cinderblock
Clinging to life on earth
That fights to suck it away
Irridescent light hangs, casting luminance
Fighting to shine through the haze
Visions of the unspeakable race
And what took place in the building
On the hill, so innocent, so evil
One will never know
Escape through entry, door shut
And locked tight.
An image.. an expressionless face
Pressed again the glass looking in
What does it want?
Why does this look so familiar?
Standing out against the fog landscaped behind
The face shows age, wisdom, pain, regret and loss
Looking, hypnotized by blank eyes
I shake fear and realize
I'm staring at myself
Dave
ok.. so maybe my imagination is overactive?
Dark, muggy, desolate
Staring into the never
The dense fog that lifts
Air from lungs never to return
Snap, sounds emerge from
The mass of lumber looming
Over life, dwarved only by the clouds
Hanging omniously, opaque
Voices imagined or maybe real?
Cry out songs the key of pain
The notes of warning reverberate
In the thick stillness of residences
Calm, peaceful, serene
Glancing now, at the mass of cold cinderblock
Clinging to life on earth
That fights to suck it away
Irridescent light hangs, casting luminance
Fighting to shine through the haze
Visions of the unspeakable race
And what took place in the building
On the hill, so innocent, so evil
One will never know
Escape through entry, door shut
And locked tight.
An image.. an expressionless face
Pressed again the glass looking in
What does it want?
Why does this look so familiar?
Standing out against the fog landscaped behind
The face shows age, wisdom, pain, regret and loss
Looking, hypnotized by blank eyes
I shake fear and realize
I'm staring at myself
Dave
ok.. so maybe my imagination is overactive?
