Traps
What goes on in the traps made of shadow and mist?
With their haunting beauty
do they weave a net of seduction and illusion
or do they strike terror with the grasping slinking nature
they posses?
...trapped, more and more of us are trapped
Know no way out, know no way out.
Lost! Lost! We are all lost.
Doom comes with the shadows of the night
and the mist of the mornings.
No where to go, there is no where to go.
Once caught there is no escape.
Panic, flee! GO! GO!
Run from the ghastly shade!
The monstrous, loathsome writhing shapes
that flow to follow.
Fight, oh you must fight!
As you are constricted, consumed,
as your body stiffens within its embrace.
It's cool touch is chilling,
coating, seeking entrance,
close your eyes! Shut your mouth!
Cover your ears anything to prevent this.
Not enough, never enough, never enough. No escape.
Inward it travels leaving its numbing touch.
Up the nose down the throat. Scream, hack, cough
it makes not difference,
no noise.
Up the sinuses it travels.
The end is near.
...and yet there is nothing, no pain,
no more panic, what was worrying?
Everything will be okay.
Relax, joints unlock, muscles loosen.
Nothing, all is calm, all is silent.
Rest, rest.
Isn't this better. No worries, no stress.
No nagging, no fights.
No decisions, no choices.
No thinking.
Rest, just rest, everything will be taken care of.
Leave it all to us.
You've worked hard enough let us,
comfort you
please you
love you
feed you
move you
clean you
let us be you
Don't worry, sleep, sleep and leave everything to us.
What goes on in the traps made of shadow and mist?
With their haunting beauty
do they weave a net of seduction and illusion
or do they strike terror with the grasping slinking nature
they posses?
...trapped, more and more of us are trapped
Know no way out, know no way out.
Lost! Lost! We are all lost.
Doom comes with the shadows of the night
and the mist of the mornings.
No where to go, there is no where to go.
Once caught there is no escape.
Panic, flee! GO! GO!
Run from the ghastly shade!
The monstrous, loathsome writhing shapes
that flow to follow.
Fight, oh you must fight!
As you are constricted, consumed,
as your body stiffens within its embrace.
It's cool touch is chilling,
coating, seeking entrance,
close your eyes! Shut your mouth!
Cover your ears anything to prevent this.
Not enough, never enough, never enough. No escape.
Inward it travels leaving its numbing touch.
Up the nose down the throat. Scream, hack, cough
it makes not difference,
no noise.
Up the sinuses it travels.
The end is near.
...and yet there is nothing, no pain,
no more panic, what was worrying?
Everything will be okay.
Relax, joints unlock, muscles loosen.
Nothing, all is calm, all is silent.
Rest, rest.
Isn't this better. No worries, no stress.
No nagging, no fights.
No decisions, no choices.
No thinking.
Rest, just rest, everything will be taken care of.
Leave it all to us.
You've worked hard enough let us,
comfort you
please you
love you
feed you
move you
clean you
let us be you
Don't worry, sleep, sleep and leave everything to us.
