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Cold Blankets
I woke up again to the feeling of sweat pouring down my face. The man in my dreams came, With no mercy or love or grace. This wasn't the first time I've seen him, He's passed me by on the streets as an onlooker, I hear him, I hear all of them, Murmering threats under their breath to me. Not that they'll kill me, To them I am already dead, But they threaten and promise That they'll keep me on the planet forever. When the judgement day comes How am I to chose? The pearly gates of heaven? Or the fire and darkness that comforts me and allows me to hide From everything else? I can't go back to sleep, My blankets are too short to cover my feet and my head at once, Cold blankets from the open window in my room, Leaving me with the freezing wind That never leaves my soul. © Tishaf, 1999 |