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Closing my eyes Closing my eyes, drifting to sleep Count as they jump, jumping white sheep At mind’s edge I stand, then take my leap Into the abyss, I’m falling so deep Float from the sky, touch down into sand. Dancing, singing, they ask me to play Shrug my shoulders and reach out my hand My worries from life then fade away We dance on the beach, me and those sheep Dancing and laughing, now sound asleep A presence nearby, keeping at bay Think nothing of it, just dance and play. The sun’s always rising, in this strange land The clouds making shapes and the trees are all purple. Playful white sheep still dance in the sand Sudden feelings of dread fill me, something is wrong. The presence draws closer, my thoughts become darker Turned to the sheep, I look for similar feelings But their cute white sheep faces have all disappeared In unison they stop dancing, turn and glare. From tiny sheep faces, just sunken red eyes remain They notice me noticing, “It’s not nice to stare” Whipping my head ‘round, the presence stands there A being so dark, I can’t make out what it is My breathing becomes heavier, a rotten smell comes from his “You shouldn’t have come” he says “You shouldn’t be here” Before I could run, a flash of horror filled my mind Every bad thing I’ve done and been victim of. “You came to my world seeking dance with the fauna, An escape from your problems, the pains, the trauma. But you cannot escape, for I am the window of pain, Forcing all to look through, and you won’t get my pity, Nor will I feign your disdain, for now you see, This is my domain.” The horrors from life swirled violently through my mind. Shaking my head, I cry “Please take me home!” But the presence just laughs And the demon-eyed sheep laugh And they laugh Laughing like school children In fact, exactly so… Lift my head from my desk, then I see Room full of students, laughing at me. Teacher approached, “Scott, you were snoring.” “I’m sorry, ma’am. This lesson is boring.” ~ Nik Stlitslempur, Float from the sky, touch down into sand.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 06:42:51 +0000

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