MorbidHarlequin [2012-01-21 20:42:02 +0000 UTC]
Dark hair like dark dreams, faded light on the skin like the glow at the end of the tunnel. But lost now in that mystical land of make-believe and nonsensical delusion. Cold and warm in the colours, skin pulsing like a heart beat hidden. Pictures play across the back like lost thoughts looking for a home. And there is stillness… A stillness that only waking from the dream can break, like the shattering of night’s power in dawn breaking like, the mind ceases to wander in the onslaught of the light against the dark and it’s power of dreams, fast fading like the tide falling. Seeping away, laving you alone to start the new day… I wonder, I wonder, I wonder a so often. Why does the night seem a battle more often then not? Not peace, but a war raging. A struggle to keep dreaming, but to find better dreams then the one’s that scare you and force you to scream. Like being drowned in a black pool full of old bones come alive, and covered with black oil that covers your flesh makes you cry. An oil slowly killing you, as you try to rest. Evil grins with sharp teeth gleaming in the in the blackness of that abyss that surrounds you, laughing and hissing, manically taunting and screaming “we‘ll have you! Just come a little bit closer“. But you can’t hear them because you’re already running in the paths of your mind, a crazed marathon, opening door after door, frantically searching for the one with the way that will take you to a place where you can rest in peace, far away, far away from the demons that chase you though the darkest halls of your twisting minds maze. Find the light, find the warmth, find the place where you’re safe, to sleep in ease alone in the night, with an angel beside you to protect you from the fighting, that goes on around you, all over your soul, slowly drowning. But now you are safe, so sleep now in peace, and be troubled no more. Be free and rest now, wait for dawn's new light...
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