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One,...two,...three,...four,...
I swear I've seen this place before,
dark,...deserted,...
Footsteps reverberating even more.
Nine,...ten,...eleven,...twelve,...
Uncanny secrets left undelved,
baleful,...threatening,...
Lines and colors start to melt.
I've got to run away,
I've got to run away
Before the pages fray.
I've got to run away,
Far...far away
From here...
Twenty-seven,...twenty-eight,...
Fly with speed toward the gate,
So far,...elusive,...
Escape before it's too late.
Thiry-three,...thirty-four,...
Reach out and open up the door...
I see... I see...
Nothing, nothing,...nothing more...
Thirty-seven,...
Thirty-eight,...
Thirty-nine,...
Forty.
I've got to run away,
I've got to run away
Before the pages fray.
I've got to run away,
Far...far away
From here...
I swear I've seen this place before,
dark,...deserted,...
Footsteps reverberating even more.
Nine,...ten,...eleven,...twelve,...
Uncanny secrets left undelved,
baleful,...threatening,...
Lines and colors start to melt.
I've got to run away,
I've got to run away
Before the pages fray.
I've got to run away,
Far...far away
From here...
Twenty-seven,...twenty-eight,...
Fly with speed toward the gate,
So far,...elusive,...
Escape before it's too late.
Thiry-three,...thirty-four,...
Reach out and open up the door...
I see... I see...
Nothing, nothing,...nothing more...
Thirty-seven,...
Thirty-eight,...
Thirty-nine,...
Forty.
I've got to run away,
I've got to run away
Before the pages fray.
I've got to run away,
Far...far away
From here...
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This about having a bad dream where you run away from something you can't see. You are all alone and all you can hear in the darkness are your own footsteps. You try to find a way out then you wake up feeling weird and in shock as if the world had suddenly turned gray. Familiar?
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I once had this dream where I ran, along with two other people, because I saw a face in an Indian tree. Then, while as we were running, I felt a finger (probably of that creature or whatever that was whose face I saw in the tree) touch my back. Then I shook myself awake. I felt myself really shaking when I woke in my bed.
Why the story?
It just popped back into my head when I read your description.
Good poem or I rather, lyrics.
But I think it could do better without the ellipses. Maybe you could just use line breaks instead.
The counting reminds me of the little children's song in The Nightmare on Elm Street and Bjork's 107 Steps. Heehee!
Why the story?
It just popped back into my head when I read your description.
Good poem or I rather, lyrics.
But I think it could do better without the ellipses. Maybe you could just use line breaks instead. The counting reminds me of the little children's song in The Nightmare on Elm Street and Bjork's 107 Steps. Heehee!