Saracen
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I sometimes wonder, when I'm under, whether life's not just a dream
Running digits through a sanguine soul, perpendicular to the scheme
Wading through these charcoal shallows, trying to reach safe shores of home
Only to wake in fields of darkness, half-digested by a pestilent poem
“Are you alright? ... I was worried…”
These robots really do know their sh**
Article 9/07 … programs responsive to irrational spit
Just one moment in the open… that's all it takes and BANG! you're dead
It's an inability of the mind, to process fear or intangible dread
The Shinning Trapezohedrons calling… pulsating menacingly at its core
And although I've covered it with a stained loin cloth
It did nothing to shut the dam door!
Spectral creatures stalk the silence, talon-like claws that scratch inside
My fickle mistress is the moment, swept away on the evening tide
Empty gulfs of sour forgiveness permeate the stagnant air
My skin is filthy I am naked, black blood clotted through the hair
An orphaned fingernail hugs mahogany capturing moonlight in the gloom
This chamber, this familiar danger… tortured vista's pregnant with DOOM!