This dark harps symphony is rising to my ears
Like from the bowels of the earth
It is a pleasant reverberating hum
The sounds of this melodic art lulls me softly into dreams
A plague of blissful sleep
This cocoon is my shield
as long as the music begins this trance I am safe
Safely tucked in, and I may keep the barriers
The nightmares that prod and the reality that threatens
Were the line crosses between them, I no longer care
A strum from fingers unknown
These fingers that know not the safety of whom they have threatened
My eyes seek out this intruder
In the vast abyss of night I sense nothing
Nothing
If it were something, I could be afraid
But nothing?
Terrified.
My shelter has been comprised
This contamination is a murder
infiltration of my haven
I am intimidated
I don't wish to be liberated
A shock of reality to slap me in the face
A light switch is flicked on
momentary blindness
I want to be blind like this forever
Please, gentle stranger, strum the harp again
The cold fingers grab my arm
Hoisting me up
The poisoned snake bite injection
and the symphony strikes up anew
The dark orchestra plays the encore
that I cry along to