Jan 31, 2006 17:08
Dreams..
things are strange.
there is man and he frightens me. I've seen him before. Made love to him. He's not human. He's something other. I'm trapped in a prison of silk and sheer satin. Everything has seven sides. The pillows, the curtain...
I can't sleep. The dreams don't stop coming. Its been to long.
ic,
nightmares,
dreams