Behind the Wall of Sleep

Wasp / Behind the Wall of Sleep Visions cupped within a flower Deadly petals with strange power Faces shine a deadly smile Look upon you at your trial Chill and numbs from head to toe Icy sun with frosty glow Words that grow read to your sorrow Words

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965 She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal If she asked me to I'd murder, I would gladly lose my soul Now I lie in bed and t