My Opera666
Tuesday, June 6, 2006 6:17:04 AM
Trembling ice pick fingers
graze the crimson button
of cold calculation
watching the screen
for the Knight to Queen
midnight showdown
Half moon blacklight
bathes a solemn face
in sticky blue sweat
from ancient pores
Tense as an old oak
He waits for it
Half sleep Half walk
in the light of he
who comes tonight
fighting for his god
An eye twitch and
the screen goes blank.
And I am lying in a crumpled mass of sheets
Rigid awake with my eyes closed.
Happy 666 everyone! I guess we made it!
graze the crimson button
of cold calculation
watching the screen
for the Knight to Queen
midnight showdown
Half moon blacklight
bathes a solemn face
in sticky blue sweat
from ancient pores
Tense as an old oak
He waits for it
Half sleep Half walk
in the light of he
who comes tonight
fighting for his god
An eye twitch and
the screen goes blank.
And I am lying in a crumpled mass of sheets
Rigid awake with my eyes closed.
Happy 666 everyone! I guess we made it!
