Testo Wake Up

Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale cold, glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
Thee sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me, old she's known, young
Her dark red hair, the white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look! She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down the cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain