When suddenly the universe looked down It seemed everything came unwound I wondered if my sanity was still sound I couldn’t help but frown,
Entities entered from the unknown Unclean spirits as cold as stone Translucent and pale as skull and bone From which dimension had they been thrown?
Travelers from a point beyond But I didn’t know how to respond From a portal at the gates of dawn Do our limited senses make us pawns?
Apparitions or time travelers They seem to be surrealistic unravellers Missing time I can’t account for seems a blur I had conjunctivitis and my words were slurred,
Was that the Silver Bridge Mothman flew above? Like some kind of hellish evil dove Left me wondering what time and space are made of Do human and alien hybrids fit like a glove?
She died but I saw her on the street Perhaps my understanding of the universe is incomplete What dimension is she in where we can meet The voice on the line of Indrid Cold seems so discreet.
Mothman Prophecies
by Doc Vega
Dec 8
It seemed everything came unwound
I wondered if my sanity was still sound
I couldn’t help but frown,
Entities entered from the unknown
Unclean spirits as cold as stone
Translucent and pale as skull and bone
From which dimension had they been thrown?
Travelers from a point beyond
But I didn’t know how to respond
From a portal at the gates of dawn
Do our limited senses make us pawns?
Apparitions or time travelers
They seem to be surrealistic unravellers
Missing time I can’t account for seems a blur
I had conjunctivitis and my words were slurred,
Was that the Silver Bridge Mothman flew above?
Like some kind of hellish evil dove
Left me wondering what time and space are made of
Do human and alien hybrids fit like a glove?
She died but I saw her on the street
Perhaps my understanding of the universe is incomplete
What dimension is she in where we can meet
The voice on the line of Indrid Cold seems so discreet.