Memories Of Skin And Snow

Those memories of skin and snow

Of skin and snow

I dream of crossing into madness before the slumber hits

Some white vision, a naked trust, never there

A falling madness

Something howls, but only sounds in my head

I follow further

An attempt at something beautiful

Something of a blissful mess

The howl continues

The beauty rests on me then disappears

Being replaced by the smell of burning

Burning like a torch of tar

A light in this darkness

A sign

My hands are held and pulled along

Coughing and screaming

My body is dragged until unconscious

In the grass-like snake pits

This wholesome body is a love-nest stranger

It's all locked in embrace

Some language of love gets me down on the floor

All arms flailing

It was a violent kind of sex

And some fucked-up baby eyes staring at me

It's a slow, slow death

It's a slow, slow death

Down, down, running at the light flash and moving with no sight

Hindsight just fucks me

This wholesome body is a love-nest stranger still locked in embrace

Some sick embrace

Waking at the edge of snake pits and loosening the grip

My eyes are tired, my body dying

My head is raging, questioning

The snake pit was never in sight for real

I stumble backways into some glare

A mirror reflected this all and made some garbled point

Oh, and failing to understand, I move on

Nothing else existed

No sleeping dreams, no film-like nightmares

Just a walk without defence

A falling madness

A falling madness

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