Monday, March 8, 2010

Dreamsss


Asleep at night,
The devil hidden inside me comes to life,
and destroys all, that i have built, in a gruesome fight
At dawn, he disappears, leaving in my hands a bloody knife.

I wake up to the sound of a retreating roar,
and see the world of mine in tatters,
I wish what i see now is just a myth, a lore,
But alas, He is real, and destroyed everything that matters.

I try and build what I had,
straining to see beyond my tear laden eyes,
Digging through the rubble like mad,
Shorn of all vices and guise.

But at dusk, with broken nails,
Exhaustion creeps over me and I fall asleep,
The Demon, My tormentor, rises and assails,
and destroys all my work in one single sweep.

I wake up again to a bright sunny day,
in the mist of my dreams, hear the horses neigh,
I wake up with ajolt and see the ruins, in front of my eyes, that lay
and see a blood filled quaigh.

I anguish over the pain that has been wrought again,
Curse the Gods and the Demon, I am whose prey,
and do not build anything as i know it would be all in vain,
At the last rays of the sunset, I stay awake lest my mind wanders astray.

I do not sleep even though its past midnight,
Some force shackles me and keeps me awake,
For I now must confront this demon tonight,
and battle with him for my life is now at stake.

A mist envelops the corners of my eyes,
I see a black horse with fire for his bitt,
and it speaks with a thunder that sounds loud in the skies,
points to the qualigh for me to drink, to whose will I submit.

Suddenly the night turns to day,
The shadowy figure and the horse turns to a bright shining light,
An angel stands in the place of the demon I had sworn to slay,
and I cant imagine the things before my sight.

All my dreams and hardwork is restored,
All my bruises and pain have vanished,
And I in the garbs I could never afford,
As if all my fears have been banished.

The Angel speaks to me in a lullaby,
The voice as sweet as I have never heard before,
Tells me that the Demon is actually me,
and had become the monster I so abhor.

The divine being tells me that the schakles have now been broken,
All i ever wanted to build was now in front of me,
The blood has made the man inside of me reawaken,
And I was finally free to be whoever I wanted to be.

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