fields of severed hands

she lies awake in a haze of blue 

who am I ? who am I ?

she drifts in and out of a waking dream

where am I ? where am I ?

stuck in the middle of dimensions divide 

precious little time for petty concerns

this beast  summoned got a gullet to fill

with eyes like fire and a need to kill

tip toeing through fields of severed hands

in this place there can be no plans

it's only as you think it 

so it shall be

come alone exist 

all for free