Remind Me Again
Remind me again of springtime showers
Of summers flowers, with scented rose and blackberry jam
Of autumns gold, where conkers rusted in their bed
And of winters cold and frost warmed hands glowing red.
Remind me again of children’s cries
Of windy skies where drowsy planes cross like flies
Of all those years of bedtime fears and darkness hiding in my room
And of dawns happy release
So remind me again of who I am
Of why I’m here
Of who I used to be
And of why I lie frozen in slumber deep and silent sleep
Remind me again of springtime showers
Of summers flowers, with scented rose and blackberry jam
Of autumns gold, where conkers rusted in their bed
And of winters cold and frost warmed hands glowing red.
Remind me again of children’s cries
Of windy skies where drowsy planes cross like flies
Of all those years of bedtime fears and darkness hiding in my room
And of dawns happy release
So remind me again of who I am
Of why I’m here
Of who I used to be
And of why I lie frozen in slumber deep and silent sleep
The Killing Machine
The killing machine stalks me in my sleep,
A somnambulate vision, a silent scream,
A recurring dream with murderous intent
That lurks behind darkened walls.
A shadowy creation whose creator is me.
Unknown to the unwary quarry of this chamber, this chamber of the id
Where it preys on the victims of my mind’s gallery.
Where it watches from its hidden lair before it strikes.
Then a sudden darkness, a blue flash of light, a muffled sound, then silence.
All that remains is the vacant space where the victim once stood
The killing machine lies silently back in its shadow.
Shocked awake I search the room,
My heart hammering in my ears,
Once again a child, infantile and foetal, shrinking against the dark.
Soothed by the familiar intimacy of my surroundings,
The twilight dawn breathes softly on my troubled mind
And the dream dissolves to a fragmented memory.
The killing machine stalks me in my sleep,
A somnambulate vision, a silent scream,
A recurring dream with murderous intent
That lurks behind darkened walls.
A shadowy creation whose creator is me.
Unknown to the unwary quarry of this chamber, this chamber of the id
Where it preys on the victims of my mind’s gallery.
Where it watches from its hidden lair before it strikes.
Then a sudden darkness, a blue flash of light, a muffled sound, then silence.
All that remains is the vacant space where the victim once stood
The killing machine lies silently back in its shadow.
Shocked awake I search the room,
My heart hammering in my ears,
Once again a child, infantile and foetal, shrinking against the dark.
Soothed by the familiar intimacy of my surroundings,
The twilight dawn breathes softly on my troubled mind
And the dream dissolves to a fragmented memory.
Lost
Spectral fireflies dance around me blinding my thoughts
Why am I here? Where is here?
A thick white veil shrouds my existence.
The ground gives no clues. The rocks and grass remain silent.
My mind challenges my thoughts; fear and doubt become my enemy.
I look at the map, the compass, they tell the truth. But I lie.
I stand in silent confusion, my head aches and I strain to see through the mist.
Something must know where I am?
Keep walking, this must be right.
What is right? Where am I? What is this place?
I can’t see it! I can’t fucking see it! I can’t see the way!
It is becoming harder to walk, the earth sucks at my feet.
Muscles ache, feet ache, burning tiredness swims in my eyes.
Melancholy stands beside me and gently takes my hand
She guides me through the mist.
Her ice cool words comforting me.
Shush now, be still, you are safe.
Rest here for a while and sleep, lie here in my soft white bed.
There is no pain, no thirst, no hunger, nothing
Spectral fireflies dance around me blinding my thoughts
Why am I here? Where is here?
A thick white veil shrouds my existence.
The ground gives no clues. The rocks and grass remain silent.
My mind challenges my thoughts; fear and doubt become my enemy.
I look at the map, the compass, they tell the truth. But I lie.
I stand in silent confusion, my head aches and I strain to see through the mist.
Something must know where I am?
Keep walking, this must be right.
What is right? Where am I? What is this place?
I can’t see it! I can’t fucking see it! I can’t see the way!
It is becoming harder to walk, the earth sucks at my feet.
Muscles ache, feet ache, burning tiredness swims in my eyes.
Melancholy stands beside me and gently takes my hand
She guides me through the mist.
Her ice cool words comforting me.
Shush now, be still, you are safe.
Rest here for a while and sleep, lie here in my soft white bed.
There is no pain, no thirst, no hunger, nothing