Slumber mist a folly of ferns laughing at my greet,
walking in this coloured picture green splatters at my feet.
Gentle wash from dirty nights slumber on the ground,
this heavy rain brings images a million mirrors all around.
Wild in eyes i howl at the sky the beast in me so free,
no placid moves just funk and grove seeing the true inner me.
Beat in mind no place for time just a burden that needs to forget,
in this my awakened tomb i have my trap just set.
Waiting for the small and weak just hunger for the soul,
i come to you with words of glue it time to take my toll.
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