The Nights You Didn't Fall Asleep ( A U D I O T A P E )

The Nights You Didn't Fall Asleep  ( A u d i o t a p e )

Disillusion beacons from this desolate coppice 

Plundered by the dreadful sounds of an organic sheer drum 

Echoed from the dew of last years harvest

And sounding like the sounds of a passive vertigo 

I recorded the music on a plastic audiotape

Winded with the dwelling of patient beats. 

The thicket engrossed the hissing of shadowily fiends

All of them watched as I laid on my backside

Stretching out like a splitting river. 

Along time ago this place was up in the morning haze 

Floating vicariously over the cobblestone villages 

And picking its spot to haunt for the coming autumn. 

The sounds it made back then are the same as the ones they make now

Little notes infiltrating my soul like a angelic poltergeist

I've been waiting so patiently for this night to come.

Is the forest a living faceless entity?

Tied up with coiled branches around its phantom limbs

So it won't try anything shifty. 

The pretty patterns of its midnight hymns still haunt my senses 

Even if its just a bunch of withering paperwork

It still manages to tie me up with string. 

The woodwork keeps me captivated until the fog dries up

And the night slips back through the cracks in the trunks of trees. 

As soon as their heavy hands loosened their grasp I ran all the way home

                                                                 Running through piles of             dead leaves and decaying bones

        

                     With the occasional deer passing by.    

                                                             

  

 After that night I never went back to the forest. 

But                 sometimes             I          will           play       that        audiotape       when       I      feel       lonely.

It reminds me that everything is just a mirage 

Author's Note

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[Tsukin Archangel]

ooo i love that last...stanza?

The woodwork keeps me captivated until the fog dries up
And the night slips back through the cracks in the trunks of trees.




As soon as their heavy hands loosened their grasp I ran all the way home


Running through piles of dead leaves and decaying bones




With the occasional deer passing by.









After that night I never went back to the forest.







But sometimes I will play that audiotape when I feel lonely.

















It reminds me that everything is just a mirage

especially that last line it was so dark and moody and powerful i got a chill down my spine. I loved the way you formatted this, was there a reason :o