Dead Asleep

cooking a pot of sadness today
turn up the heat and let it simmer

disturbing my sleep like clockwork each night
taking me over one dream at a time

I fall in love with an angel of death
holding my hand and kissing me sweetly

lift up my spirits you angel of mercy
full moon melancholy drifting me slowly away

I'm not vulnerable, not overwhelmed, not yet
I can be better, more successful, more myself

at least the sweet twinkle tempts me to try
the church, the stage, the actor survives

a devilless world walks with the dead
their pierced faces smeared with pain

hanging from a barbed wire fence
fit for the king's scourges

the mark of the cords
left on her face

swaying, rotting, a warning
beautiful and monstrous


2011