If You Wake
Phantasm, phantasma, phantom
Where have you been hiding?
Inside November rain
Curtain of the autumn
Cold and dense and straight
That will not cease
In the rain within the chest
Where the grey heart beats
I am the terror in the night
Behind the rain that sleeps
You were unaware
That waiting I am there
But once I am provoked
I may not be revoked
My post is here
In the corner of the eye
But I am not immortal
And if you wake I die
Pavel
July 23, 2011