Bleeding, twitching corpse of the sandman
tight within my grasp...
coughing, hacking spasm of a laugh
escapes my throat.
I try to sleep.
Burning right through me,
those eyes,
your eyes,
the third eye in the back of my head...
I get nervous when he looks at me like that
when I know, myself, that he's dead.
Shuddering, sudden chill of fear
as I whisper his name
yet hear his raspy voice instead
speaking mine
in the dark shadows of my mind.
Time to ride, strap the flanks
and try to figure out this hell.
Desperate, bleeding lungs echo
harsh cries through my lips...
crying, begging, pleading
through my apathetic, confident stare.
you...
You...
YOU!
You could save me
but I'll never let you know I need it.
The foul worm within
will burrow it's way out through my heart
before I crack
and let you know that all I see is...
Partial multiples staring back at me,
blood filling the cracks.
Flinching as new roses
are born on each knuckle...
...and I kill him again...
- hit the replay -
Bleeding, twitching corpse of the sandman
tight within my grasp...
to keep me from dreaming...
of you
dreaming...
of me.
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