Trapped in a moving cell
With a woman sitting beside me
Who's face keeps
Changing to Charles Manson's
The windows flash with what
I think is lightning, but the
Sky and everything
Below is a black so deep
Nothing could escape
But white
The woman's face changed
again to some unrecognizable
Form
Visible only by the lightning
Darkness masking the rest like
The phantom of the opera
And I wake up
Screaming like a beaten dog
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