Saracen [SAMPLE] … 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!