Subconcious Melody

For all my high people who can decipher any metaphorical poem...


I HAD A DREAM THAT MY MIND WAS A FATHER THAT BEAT MY VISION BLIND AND LEFT IT BEHIND FOR A PERIOD OF TIME/
MY VISION SEEMED TO STALK MY HAND, TILL MY HAND WAS TOO SCARED TO MOVE/MY EYES WERE SEEING ONLY BLACK ROOMS.../
BUT MY HAND DIDNT KNOW THIS,IT ONLY SAW TWO IRISES DARK WITH GLOOM/

FRIGH-TENED MY HAND CALLED UPON MY FINGERS EIGHT PLUS TWO THUMBS,TOGETHER TEN/
MY FINGERS THEN USED A PEN AS A WEAP-EN...AS THE INK SPRAYED WITH AGGRESSION A SPLASH LANDED ON A LOOSELEAF SHEET OF PAPER AND WAS TAUGHT A LESSON/

THE LOOSELEAF TRIED TO BRING THE INK HOME TO MOLEST IT...THE PEN WOULDNT LET IT,IT CALLED THE PAPER SIMPLE AND PATHETIC...SO PAPER LET THE INK GO/AT FIRST THE INK WOULD SINK YO BUT NOW IT WAS ON THE BRINK SO CLEAR THAT MY EYES DIDNT WANNA BLINK...CUZ THEY CAN SEE NOW.../

PINK TO RED MY EYES SEE THE DEAD AND BRUISED INK BLACK AND BLUE WITH LINES THROUGH THEIR HEADS/
MY VISION TELLS MY MIND TO OPEN THE DOOR...BLOOD SHED/

IN A FIELD OF NECROPHILIA,THE PAPER SAVORED THE DAUGHTERS OF THE PEN UNTILL THE JUICES RAN DRY/
STRANGE LINES WERE FORMED FROM WHAT WERE ONCE SPILLED SECRETIONS..WHY?/

"WHAT DID THESE LINES MEAN?" MY MIND ASKED MY VISION THEN THEY BOTH LOOKED ON AS THE PAPER CRUMPLED INTO IT SELF/
THERE WAS NO SOUND ONLY THE DRUMMING OF MY FINGERS MARCHING TO THE FIELD...FUCK STEALTH/

WHEN MY FINGERS ARRIVED TO INSPECT THE PREMISES MY MIND TOLD THEM SOMETHING WAS GOING ON IN THE PAPER BALL/
SO THEY SEARCHED...UNRAVELED IT AND PRESSED IT FLAT ON THE SURFACE OF THE WALL/

...NOTHING WAS WRONG FROM WHAT MY EYES COULD SEE SO I LET MY LIDS FALL...THEN I SLEPT ON...I AWOKE LATER TO A MELODY...WHEN I OPENED MY EYES...I SAW MY SONG

-The Mental