Sleep for eternity,
Sleep as a dream,
Sleep with tarantulas,
Sleep as the stream.
Open up the calavar,
Filed under calcifer,
Fix the ruddy posture,
Paste a new seam.
Sleep for the worry,
Sleep for the dream,
Sleep for the hurry,
Sleep in the canteen.
File a smooth clavicle,
Release the old seam.
Steady as she goes,
Cause nobody knows.
Steady as she goes,
Could you might suppose.
Steady as she goes,
Cause you won't impose.
Steady as she goes,
Teasing at her toes,
Leaving all her foes,
Drinking up a dose
of caffeine pills.
Steady as she goes,
Steady as she,
Steady as,
Steady.
Heavy.
Heav.
He.
Steady as he goes,
Heavy on a dose.
Over the bridge to boast,
This morning was full of..................
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The lines and planes of travel were worn to the bone,
The wind whistled through, exhaling one single groan,
Ophelia noted that the world smelt of petrichor,
She hoped she would not have to go very far,
Down the path to the right the masks would appear,
Wearing the faces of the creatures from the world of the drear,
Though when she sees them only tears begin,
Tell me she cried, where does a heart grow within,
One creature with the mask of wolf and child,
Stepped forward to scold her quite mild,
He said Let me take you back to the house of rain,
All other creatures stood in shock, expecting in vain,
For the wolf to stop this useless
Feathers of a Howling Dread by cacao-saturday, literature
Literature
Feathers of a Howling Dread
The beasts are waiting for the violent gold dawn
So that they may rise up and sing their awful song
They enter the gates of a soul without asking
And set to the task of burning and basking
In the memories of ones soul thoroughly
Before one can howl in dread and fury
Then the biggest beast drags in the perfect deceitful articulation
But none other cares, for they find it to be ones own fascination
This beast kills the birds of ones loose heart strings
And none shall stir, for they find them to be useless beings
These birds, however, once knew the meaning of the lies
Before one could be there, the feathers plummet from the skies
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