‘Mare

This mind is a home
Infested it bleeds
Yet call out at night
It answers your call
Too dead to die
Too cold to freeze

They took all your tears
You still mumble in dreams
Nascent memories
Of a scared little girl
So I wrap you in my arms

My thoughts turn cold
As I’m warming your mind
I know you’d prefer it
If you don’t remember
But it wants to get out

So late in the evening
When the demons call
Remember my arms
As your mind screams out
Let them ease the pain

Now don’t be afraid
When I’m not around
For even in sleep
These words will be heard
Though I’m too cold to die
Too dead to play

© 2005, Mosquitobyte