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-=Waking Nightmares=-

Far from bitter morning's end
I arise but not from sleep
Sorrows linger, left to mend
Of earlier scars still deep
I awake my suffered mortal den,
Once more to find no peace
I walk through grass that will not bend
Tread over glass with my bare feet
I reach to the clouds, and pray they send
A messenger, for whom to speak
A caring ear that I may lend
If not then silence keep
And alone my suffered soul defend
My own flock, threefold deep
To all but one I keep and tend
For they are much too meek
The beast that rises e'r to rend
Shall hold the sickle's reap
Should the moon show pity and pretend
That I be just as weak
And touch me softly with it's wind,
To ease my tortured sleep
To tread softly o'er my heart to end
The nightmares that that I keep.


©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero