Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Claffactory or TroBriand #5: Improvisational

When you wake up crying
When  you shudder and can't stop
When you're afraid to sleep
Then it's a true nightmare


I saw the death of beauty 
And the end of all roads
As two people sleeping on a bed
But the bed was a grave
And around them the past and the future
Spread out like eternal stone.


When you can't calm down
When your heart loses a beat
When you have to tell someone
Then it's a true nightmare.

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