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Adrenochrome Dreams
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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I had this dream...
Where I woke up
To a grand commotion.
And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets
And whipped the door from its lock,
And rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.
But there, on all sides
Lying next to each other
Were rows and rows of executioners...
Some were shirtless and __
And throbbing with anticipation.
Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair
All were hooded
Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen
Others had crudely made hoods
Like scarecrows or ripped ski masks
With slobber from their clenching jaws
And some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.
Each one held a weapon.
Large mallets
Crudely fashioned axes
And large clubs
Pipes
But I wasn't compelled to retreat.
No.
I was forced to move between them.
Past their swinging weapons
The clubs
The bats
The slicing tools
The shovels
The large and small axes
Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them
Taking the beating,
Falling down,
Getting up,
Again and again and again and again
Driven to make it out...
At any cost.
And next,
I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world
Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents.
From above, out on the treetops,
Where I woke up
To a grand commotion.
And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets
And whipped the door from its lock,
And rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.
But there, on all sides
Lying next to each other
Were rows and rows of executioners...
Some were shirtless and __
And throbbing with anticipation.
Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair
All were hooded
Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen
Others had crudely made hoods
Like scarecrows or ripped ski masks
With slobber from their clenching jaws
And some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.
Each one held a weapon.
Large mallets
Crudely fashioned axes
And large clubs
Pipes
But I wasn't compelled to retreat.
No.
I was forced to move between them.
Past their swinging weapons
The clubs
The bats
The slicing tools
The shovels
The large and small axes
Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them
Taking the beating,
Falling down,
Getting up,
Again and again and again and again
Driven to make it out...
At any cost.
And next,
I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world
Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents.
From above, out on the treetops,
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