Cold dreams

Sinister and musty like the dead and decayed
I can taste the cold dreams left behind by the spirits
Atone! The inspiration is vanishing
So cold, so cold... above the ground
I can see the dazzling demons in the water
We Reach! We reach soon! They whisper
Dark and black beneath the flock
We conjure dry tentacles over the fire
Bizarre! Quite Bizarre! You feel safe!
clouded wanting,  
nothing to lose 
stop for a while 
while I close and rest my eyes