Gritalion

Gritalion

Do my dreams frighten you?
Do the seams of your mind stretch?
My dreams are my friends
My aspirations to snap those seams
To search your innerself
To pick through the concoction until I find your soul
A breath of deep
A scream of sleep
And a middle of for
The one in me
My eyes scary, you say
My mind sharp you say
My lips sealed you say
You should know, you sewed them
The puppeteer of this small masquerade
The little show that astounds
The smallest and shrewdest of people
A creep you say
A leap you say
A string of tales needed to escape my lips
Miles surge as I stagger into the room,
My clothes torn,
My chest bloody,
It's the dream of the night that is this day of tears