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skulls in red sand
I think the captain in insane
the black cat against a red sky
he brandishes a large knife
far away places where two candles lit
rise from a shallow horizon
yes, I have the same dream
you are the daughter of the fiend
just less then a century for ancient times
oh no kind sir we will snap our heads off
the relative polish of our silver is true
the mask is removed by a single hand
it embraces only a cheek
he is on the bed post with one bound
she is the lady in waiting
the cat appears behind the man
what is yourself if not human
a stray cat that can't find it's human body again
the back door is locked and there is no way back in
to this world we've all known
when we sleep behind this glass