PAGES
Is your mind an open book,
Can they look inside your head?
Do you only still show pages you want read?
What do you tell them when the Horror
Leaves you chilled and drenched in bed?
Are you still oppressed by dreams in Black and Red?
Have you found the man who's shown you
How to overcome your dread-
Shown you how to pluck those pictures from your head?
Do you have the honest courage
To stand up and say you cared-
Are you so afraid your pages would be read?
Though you didn't want to show me,
Yet, nights you shivered in my bed-
That's when I had my first glimpse inside your head,
And now we're both oppressed by dreams in Black and Red:
Yet, I just can't tear your pages from my head...
