Chimera

Bred from a thought

A little mouvement in the air

Takes shape in a few second

Becomes a monster

I can't hear what it's saying

It's not that it is soft-spoken

Or my hear have fallen off

Its words prick my skin

I'm trying to keep them out

But after three days, they've eaten their way to my inmost

Where they hold a mad feast on the pulp called my heart

I do. I nothing but do wish for a storm to blow off from here

To spread our minds, untangle our chimeras

They're materialising

Tell me nothing more

Don't want to know anything more

I don't want to elaborate my nightmares any further

Or make them step out of the air

Don't need more dream matter

You think I can't?

Oh I can get hurt

I can get so hurt

They hold a mad feast on the pulp called my heart

I just can't love anymore

I've created a monster... Oh no, what I have done