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Alice Svane
The darkness approaches.
It encroaches.
We’re cocooned in its shell.
Hidden in its depths.
Lost in its silence.
I will close my shutters.
Shut my windows.
But it still enters.
cocoon
ESCAPE
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Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
MUSIC OF THE DEEP
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MUSIC OF THE DEEP
Colors of the rainbow swirl by,
Swimming free to the beat of their own.
A harmony of movement
Following the slow tempo of the deep.
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Into the deep darkness,
Where a silent cocoon awaits me.
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Slow is the course of your waves.
Colors of the deep lie by my feet.
Your soothing laps bring me peace.
I must swim out to see whom I meet.
Your cold envelopes my stiff body.
Soon I am immersed in your cocoon.
I dive down deep below the surface.
I won’t be returning all too soon.
Trying to outrun my demons,
I swim faster from the shore.
I leave behind my enemies.
I don’t need them anymore.
I’m free at last from my problems
As I stroke hard away from humanity.
No one is waiting for me back home.
I’m free to float away for eternity.
A DARK COCOON
The moon passes the sun.
Morning bows out, all done.
Darkness unveils its grim poker hand
to the drum beat of the marching band.
A moment of blackness
brings fears of more darkness.
What if your life was all dark?
The sun never lefts its mark.
The mornings and nights the same,
bringing you mountains of pain.
No relief from the bleak cocoon
like digging your grave with a spoon.
Years fade and turn to dust,
your memory goes bust.
Trapped in walls of despair,
without holes for the air.
Is this living or not?
She is stuck in one spot.
Too afraid to venture outside,
a further blow to her lost pride.
She hides in the nursing home,
where she reaches for the phone.
“Help me,” she cries out.
No one can help out.
Lost in her dark cocoon,
where she fits like a spoon.
Waiting for death to take its flight
to a better place in the light.
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Cover me with leaves.
Shade me with your glory.
Heights towering above.
A protective cocoon.
SECRET ROOM
Take me to my own secret room.
Where I could escape from humanity.
Bury myself in words and phrases.
Cocooned in my haven of pages.
Letters as my company.
Sentences my best friends.
Books my destiny.
MUSIC OF THE DEEP
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MUSIC OF THE DEEP
Colors of the rainbow swirl by,
Swimming free to the beat of their own.
A harmony of movement
Following the slow tempo of the deep.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a blue green.
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Into the deep darkness,
Where a silent cocoon awaits me.
BLACKNESS
Blackness beckons.
Floating in green.
Cocooned in coldness.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below me.
A cold hell for me.
THE DEAD GAME
COCOON
Cover me with leaves.
Shade me with your glory.
Heights towering above.
A protective cocoon.
SUSANNE LEIST 