The Image Cast

I can't wake up.
The dreams are taking over.
Mutilated corpses, still alive.
To live with too much heat inside.
The weight is pulling down my eyes.
The forms that I created turned to ash.
Deep beneath it all, a crash of lightning
lingers in the grass. Gaining power from
the hidden sun.

He doesn’t wish to know the role he plays.
Love, once flowing free, held in a cage.
I hear the incantations of a mage.
His fireballs delete another stage
of the development they need.
To lie upon an altar and to bleed.
The flesh contains sadistic mysteries.
I can't wake up. The image cast
within the mirror is blowing me away...

? Michaelette ?

9/28/2004
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